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Dear crushDear crush,
You don't know just how much you make my heart sing. If you only knew what you stir up inside me each time I hear your voice, hold your hand, and kiss your lips. I've been trying for so long to find the words to describe how I feel; even now I can't come up with the right ones. I've tried to tell you in so many ways, but each time I try, my mind draws a blank and I'm only left with how I feel and every other word I've ever written. Those words could never be good enough for this time and this place. I wish I could be poetic and create similes of passion and metaphors of love, but the prettiest, most carefully strung words in the world couldn't begin to highlight the most basic emotion you have brought to my being.
Is it too soon to believe this is real?
You have given me hope in a time where I was ready to give up. You came into my life at the most perfect moment, and I can honestly say I don't know what would have happened to me without you. You are a friend and a lover. Y
Dear best friendDear best friend,
I'm going to miss you so much when you're gone. Sometimes I'm not even sure how I'll be able to survive without you fifteen minutes away, but instead half the country will lay out between us. You have been there for me through every time that counts; you were my shoulder to cry on, you watched me grow stronger, and you listened to me yell in every frustration about that stupid boy.
When we met, I don't believe I thought you would ever be a good friend of mine; I was at the point where making new friends was becoming difficult for me, but somehow we just clicked. We liked the same things, had the same humor, the same dreams and aspirations. You were destined to be my best friend.
Now that we're about to leave for college, however, I realize we might be coming to the end of our road. As much as I hate to say it, I may be losing my best friend. We can't let it happen.
Don't let us become another high school statistic.
SubaruThat stupid car of yours. Dirty, messy, and filled with remnants of every meal you've ever eaten outside of your house, I wouldn't realize how that vehicle would impact my life until after you were gone.
It was to that car we'd escape to when we didn't want the world to bother us. It may not have been much, but it gave us a chance to let the world melt away and time slow down to relaxed breaths and silent conversations; we had a chance to soak up the feelings we exchanged and every other part we would never learn to appreciate. It was in that car we promised forever.
It was in that car we'd make some not-so-smart decisions; we let the passion drive the moment instead of using our minds. At least we could back our actions with our hearts. Too bad we didn't realize just how much it would hurt us later; instead we were too busy synchronizing every breath we took.
It was in that car we spent our last day together, and when I asked you what was wrong you masked your face and put on a smile.
19. Can you hear me?You make me laugh when you call yourself a man; you're anything but.
You strut around with no care in the world because you're the coolest thing since sliced bread.
You tell your war stories, show off your scars, and try and impress the girls,
but I know the truth.
You pick up the pieces, put them together only to realize it's more than you wanted. Crashing to the floor, let the pieces fall where they may.
And you scream in my face and I scream in yours, but we'll never hear each other over our pleas of insanity. You're too tied up in your anger to notice my words and my words are too important to listen to you.
You throw your fists in the air because you no longer care. I'm just glad your frustrated punches haven't found the surface of my skin. The color of my pain and suffering still linger on the outskirts of a broken soul from every other time you couldn't control your temper.
Do you feel like a man?
17. Under the RainThe sky was dark and heavy with thoughts of negativity and suicide. I couldn't help but breathe in the pleas of insanity and feel a rush within my veins. It was too late to turn back now; I put one foot in front of the other as the pitter-patter of rain fell gently to the ground. Somewhere in the distance, thunder lightly rumbled.
Looking up, I let the cool water hit my face and slide off the tips of my fingers. I only smiled at this intimate feeling. I closed my eyes and sighed in complete contentment. The rain fell harder, creating sounds and rhythms of life and all that comes with it. It was times like these that reminded me why it was so good to be alive. I watched as the sky released every emotion I was too proud to let consume me. The lightning raged, the thunder screamed, and the clouds wailed as they all came together in a torrent of frustration and sadness.
7. MemoryWho said love was just for dreamers?
There we stood in the hallway, you and me. I filled my lungs with the scent of dust, stale cigarettes, and the light perfume of spring blossoms as I calmed my nerves. The only sounds were our silent conversations forced from each other's lips and the emptiness which surrounded us entirely. I took another breath. I could feel my heart racing by, leaving this place behind as it sped off into the distance. This was it. Blood rushed to my face in a flurry of motion as every thought filling my head revolved around you. And just like always, this was where I'd wake up, only this time my heart truly was racing and my mind was screaming your name.
Because this was where I wanted to be.
The snow fell lightly to the ground in swirls all around us. The sun's gentle beams were captured in your "we'll-make-it-I-swear" eyes and I couldn't help but believe them. Together, we twirled amongst the snowflakes as you kissed me on the cheek and I couldn't help but giggl
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