It’s spontaneous kisses & long time friendships
It’s his wisdom, little smiles, short stories & always being here for each other
It’s him & endless text messages & soft kisses
It’s laughter, ice cream & bus rides
It’s shortlived House M.D marathon & eyes gazing into dark skies holding hands
It’s for once feeling comfortable in my own skin
It’s slowing down time & living moment from moment
It’s little flowers, multi-colored leaves & long walks on now familiar streets
It’s gums & coffee flavored cigarettes
It’s the trees, the wind, the warm water that dribbles down my back in
the slow drops of rain
It’s simplicity, it’s breathing, it’s no makeup & wild hair
It’s no constant dates, living in two different towns & trying to remain sane
I miss him terribly
He would spend hours with her, hoping that one day he could leave a memory of them in her forever. Like a first hello. A first date. A first kiss. A lasting impression. He has been there and back a million times. And each time he said farewell, he believed the footsteps would eventually be engraved on to her heart. A feeling she would feel. A sight everyone would see. But after being there and back a million times, he would remember every contour of her face but not where his footsteps were when they did walk there. Then, when all he could find was the ground warm from someone else who just passed by, someone who might as well be thinking the same thing, he realized he was not the only one there.
Girl: I don’t know. I need your boring voice to put me to sleep. Wanna tell me a story? Hehehe.
Boy: Hahah, you’re lucky that you’re cute. How about I read you Dear John.
Girl: Sounds perfect.
- Boy reads Dear John- - 15 minutes later-
Boy: Hahah, you always knock out within 15 minutes. Your snores are cute. Babe, I really love you. I really do. Sometimes I might show that I dont give a fuck. But I do. I never want to lose you. I know it’s cheesy, but this is how I feel. This is REAL. I know I’m not the best thing out there, but I’m trying to be one of your best ever. Thank you babe, thank you for choosing a messed up guy like me to be your boyfriend. Thank you for being mine. I honestly can’t see myself with anyone else but you babe. I know I say I love you too many times, but each time I say it, my feeling grows more & more for you. Thanks for listening babe. I’ll still be on the phone if you need anything. Goodnight babe & sweet dreams. I won’t let the bed bugs bite you.
** this sure does happen, my ex and I used to do this all the time, (but take out the Dear John part, he likes to make up his own stories. LOL)
“Innocence is a dead leaf,” she said. “No more permanent than the smile on your lips.”
“This is an arms race,” he choked.
A grudge was held for everything she hadn’t said, for the poison he had swallowed, every tear that spilled onto her pillow, every demon he faced in the darkness. “I’m not Juliet; I won’t go down with you.”
Live, love, burn, die. And that’s how history went. They both knew it; and they both knew they were burning. He had been sitting at the end of her bed; now he stood up and walked to the door. The handle was gold in his hand, and he was gone with the glint.
“I’ve given up the chase. Unless you tell me you’re worth it,” she said to his receding back.
“You are,” he said almost to his shoulder.
A sigh from her was all it took before time rewound and he was in front of her. Anger disappeared like vapor from a hot shower. Passion hung in the air like a humid summer night. Bodies clashed, sweat mixed, souls tied, and they were never the same again.
“why are your hands always so warm? i am extremely cold.” sitting by the fire, he caressed me tightly and created a sheet of his body over my own trembling one. he then whispered the only right answer to that question… “i believe that i am so warm because you are cold, and that when our bodies touch and our hands are in each others, we become the perfect temperature.”
Her hands are in her pockets, he’s talking to his friends. They stand in a crowded room at once; they’re both on separate ends. She glances at his being; a smile lights her face. She doesn’t let anyone know, but her heart is beginning to race. She turns back to her friends now, pretends it doesn’t occur, and as she turns away from him, she swears she saw him turn to her.