The Most Precious Gift - Original Writing Essay

She held her Daisies and looked me in the eyes. Her cheeks were red like roses and her eyes were bright under the moonlight and stars above. It was the happiest I had ever seen her. This made me happy because I only took a day and a half to plan this and I only had to buy flowers and poster board. I walked her to her car and hugged her and kissed her goodbye. It’s amazing how simple things can make someone’s day an amazing one. As she looked at me through the window I could tell what she was thinking. She didn’t have to be upset. She knows that

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

I nodded, and she walked behind me. Her slim fingers lifted my hair from the water and poured a substance that smelled like freshly picked roses. She massed it from my scalp to my ends, humming as she did.

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

Carol Payne’s, “How Shall We Use These Gifts?” Imagining the Land in the National Film Board of Canada’s Still Photography Division,” is a 2007 Canadian article that discusses how the presentation of Canadian landscapes in the 1950’s and 1960’s by the National Film Board (NFB) and its Still Photography Division created a false reality of economic and resource rich value that many come to believe as true.

I slowly walked into the dark and daunting room. She has beckoned for me once again. She always has and she always will, no matter how many years we spend apart. She was like a drug to me. I hated the addiction but would easily fall back into the habit as soon as she would offer herself to me.

And despite how badly I want her back, back in the safety of my arms, there is nothing that can be done to change what has happened. My heart mourns over the grief of her passing. Oh, the pain, it causes me unbearable pain, but I oddly seem to like it. It reassures me that our love is true, that our love is strong and eternal. As peculiar as it may sound, I hope that the agonizing pain will never ease as the time passes by, I hope that my heart will continue to ache, validating that my love for her is still remains, treasured in my heart, till the day we reunite, embrace and rekindle our love for each other. Till the day we reunite in the afterlife, where our love will continue to grow

Just a month ago he had won her over after almost a year of failure. She was all he could wish for, and in the early hours of Christmas morning he realized just how lucky he was. “ I’ve always loved you,” her voice came out in a whisper, choked back by tears. “ I was always yours… I just… I was terrified that once I said it you’d get bored and leave.” tears began to pour steadily out of her eyes as she buried herself into his chest. He stood there holding her for an eternity, his heart swelled, his head began to spin wildly and he could feel the tears falling from his own eyes, down his cheeks and onto her. Her brilliant emerald eyes looked up into his and with a kiss they began their quest for home. The tears quickly ended as they both seemed to be entranced in the beauty of the world around them

I was drowning in my own regret and I couldn’t stand being near her any longer. I ran out of the house, grabbing my umbrella, and walked to a familiar trail near my home. The cement was wet with puddles splashing up with every few steps. The smell of dead leaves and rain mixed together and served a familiar feeling of autumn. I was there walking on that trail, midnight to be exact, when a familiar voice said, “Congratulations, you passed your first

To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can.

I looked at you in the eye, at my sisters sixth birthday, you looked at me back with a confused face, your eyes grew old, sad and frustrated. You wanted to remember but your brain wouldn’t let you. I wish I could've gotten to know you, hug you, and tell you I loved you before you forgot.

“I brought this up because that was one of my favorite days we spent together. You're hair was tied up in a crazy knot, you had on your baggy clothes, and your eyes were filled with so much passion as you turned a blank sheet of paper into a beautiful summer night. Anna, that was the night I realized you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I still feel that way today and I promise you I will feel that way for forever, no matter the distance we are apart. I love you.”

She looked down at the bed "can I ask you for a favor?" Before I could answer she told me what she needed. "Please Death just put a bullet in my head, I can't take anymore, please just end my misery." She was still looking down at the bed with tears pouring out. I picked her up putting her on my lap, "Look at me Leather. Don't say that shit. Baby, you still have a lifetime to live, a little girl and brothers that need you. I know you probably have heard this before, but I will help you, I'll help you fix all this so you can be with your family again. If that's what will make you happy then I will do whatever it takes. I'm sorry you have had a shit life like that honey, I really am. When you sober up and feeling better tomorrow we need to talk about all this to figure out a plan

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”