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Forever and always yoursI still remember the day we met. We didn't actually speak, but you saw something in me that I hardly ever see in myself; something about me struck you as different, and something about you wanted to be with me. And after we started chatting, I knew I wanted to be with you as well. You didn't just seem different to me, you were different. You were funny, down to earth, a gentleman, and a truly selfless soul. You can't imagine how lucky I could possibly be to have someone even as remotely as wonderful as you.
It is based on these attributes and the way we click that has made me completely devote my heart, my soul, my everything to you. You are my one and only.
Here's to every other memory we can't wait to create.
Forever and always yours,
Picture frames start falling to the floor as the walls rattle around me. I scream as the rapid movement of my house throws me out of bed and into the arms of the chaos in my room. I try to call out to my brother Karl, but I couldn't even bring myself to make a sound; I could barely make a move.
At that point in time, Michael charged into my room screaming his head off at finding me broken on the floor. He scooped me up, realizing he wouldn't have been able to shake me from my glassy-eyed trance. After carefully placing me outside in a neighboring field, he quickly explained what he had found out.
"Eve, I helped make sure your family got out safely. Mr. Beasely and I woke your parents up, got them moving, and Beasely went to get Karl so I could get you."
"What about your family...?" I managed to throw out a few words.
"Don't worry about them."
His abrupt answer got me to wonder what actually happened.
"You know that archway connecting my parent's bedroom and their b
2010: 2The lightning kept on streaking across the sky. There were electric pulses and the night air felt more alive; it had never been any better than this. Thunder collided with the air molecules and erupted into a firefight as every dog around the block barked in fear. The heavens sent down rain drops; it was crying for the future of mankind. It was easily the best storm Corinthana had ever seen and every storm-crazed teenager headed for the rooftops with a blanket and a pal, getting drenched as they watched nature's fireworks drown out any other possible sight and sound. Now that I think of it, every single member of our community had spent a period of time in that weather contemplating its meaning and timing, trying to figure out how it tied into the events happening around us, but God works in mysterious ways, and only he can stop the rain.
But it was pouring.
That night, I was one of those teenagers on the rooftops enjoying the sights and sounds and trying to remember such a time when t
2012"And you know what the worst part is?", he asked, "the darkness. I can't see anything, I can't hear anything. It makes me sick to my stomach."
"Don't worry Michael, I'll get you out. You have to help me though. I just can't do this on my own."
72 hours earlier:
The TV blares with the usual crap that's on at five o'clock in the evening: reality shows, lame dramas, and arguments over pointless propositions that won't ever find an answer. Disappointed in the future of humankind, I jam the power button and watch as the screen falls to an abysmal black. If only I had realized the obvious symbolism at this point in time. I was tired of watching the world fall to pieces; no one seems to be bold enough to pick them up and super glue them back together, but who can make such a drastic change to the home of 3.5 billion people? It just doesn't seem feasible.
Part of the problem is the change in the attitude of newer generations. I guess this should include me, but I'm just different. I'm not okay
Do you want to know a secahretI sit in Psychology class. Just another day of lecture.
At least it's over something cool: disorders.
Sometimes I find myself hoping I have one of those disorders. Any one of them.
Maybe then there would be something out there that could fix me.
Don't you wish you wereEverything was perfect with you.
You were the one I wanted to spend my life with, the one I wanted to give everything to, the one that I did give everything to. I just wanted you to feel the way I felt.
I wanted you to feel the life you gave me.
I think you regret it now that you realize what you're missing,
but I'm fine, thanks for asking.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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