6 months ago I was pleading you to stay, but you didn't. If you did however, I wouldn't have found out that things eventually get better.Somedays I miss you and all the good talks we had. I still love you too, but I guess I just don't like you anymore. It happens. I'm sorry.
The more you get to know a person, the more attractive they become to you. It's everything about them that you notice now. Their feelings. Their many emotions. Their opinions. And especially their heart.
"Y'know, somehow or another, I don't know how..." he said sincerely, smiling, looking me straight in the eye. "but I've got a very pretty girl here." "What do you mean 'somehow?' I ask and roll my eyes, grinning. "Well a guy like me, well... you're just so... I've never been the type to get... well to get someone so pretty," he answers, mumbling, laughing to himself, blushing just a little. I kiss him, with a little smirk. "Don't be so sure," I whisper. ♥
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April 28, 2013 12:37am UTC
DESCRIBE THE COLOR red [x] [x] [x] WITH OUT USING THE WORD RED. When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that come to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. when you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look into her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.