The Memories of Love~Austin

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I woke up on a bright sun kissed morning with her in mind, the girl I spent all of yesterday with. I can remember her soft, tan skin on mine as we rolled together on the grass. I can still see the beauty of her face; her beautiful , lush, light brown hair as it gleamed in the sun; the dark brown eyes that had such a innocent spark in it, it still makes me want to melt, and her sweet, acute pink lips. I smiled to myself and rolled out of bed. I suddenly frowned knowing she would never go for someone like me. My name is Austin and I'm the total opposite of the girl described; I'm pale with layered, coarse, jet black hair. My eyes resemble the darkness within one's soul. I know that I am not her type. But I shake the thoughts out of my head. I then re-gathered my thoughts and walked in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and started to take off my shirt until I heard a knock on my window I finished taking off my shirt and went to my window thinking it was just my older brother, but It wasn't, it was her... Taylor. I was taken aback by her presence so early in the morning. I stuck my head out the window. Her sweet voice sang as it traveled to my ears saying, "Hey sleepy head its 7, it's time to go remember?" I stuttered in replying, "o - oh yea," She giggled, "Why is your shirt off." I looked down and started to blush and pulled on an old Tellytubbies t-shirt that was on my bed. "Come on, we got to go, you said you would take me to the mall," she chimed. I looked lost for I didn't remember telling her this; truthfully I remembered almost nothing from yesterday. "Don't you remember when we were outside and you kissed me, you asked me what I wanted to do and I said I want to go to the mall tomorrow." She smirked. "You don't remember, do you?" She smiled her breath-taking smile and started to laugh. I rolled my eyes and laughed too but then I stopped for my curiosity had peaked and I had to ask if she would have kissed me again. I looked at her and tried to build up the courage to ask the question but when I tried to ask, my voice cracked.

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