He was the type to make promises. The type of person that talked about the future as if he was so sure about it. He was the type of person to say the things that would make me smile, because he loved it when he made me laugh. He was the type that would call in the morning just to be able to talk to me at least once that day. He was the type to give you something of personal value rather than price. That's what I liked about him.
He was the type to expect me to put him before anything. To call after days of non-talking and expect me to drop my plans for him. He was the type to open up to me, then close me out. He hated saying goodbye, because he thought it sounded like it was our last. He was the type to give up. He was a liar. That's what I hated about him.
He was hurt before and I didn't need for him to tell me he was. Everything he did was screaming it. I wanted to help him, I wanted to reassure him I wasn't her. That I once before have been hurt, but in the end I couldn't help him. As much as I wanted to for us. I couldn't.
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"Can I come over?" he asks. I take the phone away from my ear to check the time and find it to be late. "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean I'm doing homework right now and soon I'll be going to bed," I tell him while trying to be nice about it. "Oh, come on. I won't stay long. I'll come tuck you in and then leave. I just want to see you," he reassures.
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My ringtone startles me and I sit up. I look at the caller ID and realize I overslept. It's him. I answer right away, but regret doing so. My voice sounds so terrible. "Did I wake you?" he asks and I just know there's a smirk on his mouth. "Maybe," I say while trying not to smile. "Is this how you sound like in the morning? It's kind of sexy," he calmly says. I can't help the blush and smile that are now on my face. What a way to wake up.
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He's standing off to the side from me. I look over to him as he holds out his hand towards me. "I have something for you. It's a necklace from my church. It's not much, but I wanted you to have it," he finally says something. I don't know what to say or do, so I simply take it in my hand. "Thank you," I stutter out. At the time, I didn't know how to react, because honestly I've never received this kind of gift. I wore the necklace every day until the last.
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Once Upon A Thought
Short StoryEver have those moments where you're writing something and loving the story line, then one day you have no inspiration to finish? Well guys that's me on almost everything I write, so here's a book full of my one or so paged stories that I'll probabl...
