November 2011
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dearest:
If you don’t want to be my friend, you can just tell me.
I hate feeling ignored, and unimportant. I know I’m no one special, but I think there is something that I deserve, and that is just acknowledgement in the least. I get this body language from you, you don’t want to be around me. I hate not knowing what I did to deserve being ignored. So tell me,
what did I do?
I...
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It was the way I opened my eyes to blink my eyelashes against his cheek and just stay there, feeling the moment with every bit of warmth I could pull out of my beating heart. I can’t say I remember more than never wanting to let go, both his hands covered my one. I can only remember feeling the moment repeat the second I caught his gaze of lightest brown.
And there I was, sitting in a...
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There was silence, but it was the perfect kind.
There were no words. There didn’t need to be.
The air sat around us, cold. My warmth was his, his was mine. There was no purpose, only small words floating there sometimes. I look up at the sky, there are answers there.
“I see one star.”
“I see a moon.”
-smiles-
My hand lay in his; his actions more reassuring than the faith I had. No words, silence, thoughts...
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2 weeks.
It’s almost like nothing.
Almost everything. Everything coming together, making magic. I feel it, if only even a little bit.
Feeling safe. Free, alive.
Finally alive.
I will never be able to admit the hardest part of my downfall of anyone. The part that made me utterly and completely afraid, the part that made the obstacle higher than what I could jump. I told everyone to see the light,...