thebeautifultruth
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
10:44 PM
they laid on the yellow blanket, on the field on green grass, under the unfathomable dark sky.her head was rested on his abdomen, as he stroked her brown smooth hair, the other hand holding on to hers, whispering to one another but all the good times they had shared.rain pelted down on their faces, allowing their tears to have a chance of disguise.
her hazel brown and his emerald green eyes, both looking like they were in another world.the other world that was coming to an end, the world where it was only two of them living in, the world they are living in right now, the very last few days, in fact.
he knew he would never be able to see her again, everything he loved about her, the reason why he wanted to be with her. it was going to end, and not just that, he was never going to see them again.
she was his reason to live and his only reason to live on everyday. if she was gone, what's the use of living on everyday like nothing ever happened, because deep down he knew nothing was ever going to be the same. he needed her but he knows she's gone, very soon.
he never wanted this to end, never would because it would never happen again.he closed his eyes and just listened to the rain. everything he was going to miss without her by his side.
her hazel brown and his emerald green eyes, both looking like they were in another world.the other world that was coming to an end, the world where it was only two of them living in, the world they are living in right now, the very last few days, in fact.
he knew he would never be able to see her again, everything he loved about her, the reason why he wanted to be with her. it was going to end, and not just that, he was never going to see them again.
she was his reason to live and his only reason to live on everyday. if she was gone, what's the use of living on everyday like nothing ever happened, because deep down he knew nothing was ever going to be the same. he needed her but he knows she's gone, very soon.
he never wanted this to end, never would because it would never happen again.he closed his eyes and just listened to the rain. everything he was going to miss without her by his side.
once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
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