December 2009
Visiting Hours.
You go up the elevator and the tension runs deep. All the way to the core in fact. The elevator is not packed, not overfilled. But everyone on the inside seems crushed. Crushed in their hearts. All have the same sad predicament they wish they were not in. DING! Doors open and you walk around the corner. You pass by the windows and pick a chair to sit in. Then you wait…
You wait for as long...
little boy.
You make me happy. But you make me so confused as well. You are one of the first boys that has given me true butterflies in a long time. And you know this. You make a move and yet you tell me to see how this goes. What? I don’t understand. You don’t do something like that and tell me to wait. You’re older then me, and shouldn’t age give more wisdom? And yet you tell my...
“Why do the terrible things always happen on anniversaries?”
“Listen to the beat. No, not the music. Your heart.”
The greatest relationship.
marilyngrace:
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itsbhristaaayne:
The greatest relationships are the ones you never expected to be in. The ones that swept you off your feet and challenged your ever view. The ones where you found yourself to be a better person because of who you were when he was around. The ones that made you wake up with a smile on your face no matter how corny it was. The ones that made...
