I can't help but think about his deep brown orbs that stare happily down at my 4'11 figure. Or those nicely rounded lips of his that used to fill me with joy when they touched mine. And even his voice captivated me in such a way that at one point I thought I couldn't live without it.
I remember when his scent would engulf me everytime he stood too close. Oh God, and when he wrapped his arms around me like it was the last time that he would see me. At one point it was, but wither way it was all the same. It was a routine I went through daily.
Kiss,
Hug,
Laugh,
Smile,
Hug,
Kiss,
Leave.
I would always leave. And so would he.
We were different when it came to thinking, but we had one think in common. We left so that we wouldn't hurt each other. Our one reason that we're only "best friends". Our small secret played daily in my mind.
He loved me and I loved him. Hopefully it stays that way. It probably won't,but hoping is all I can do because...
He is my drug and I can't get enough of him.
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I moved from Virginia to Italy, back to Virginia. I left with something that I didn't have before. I left with a smile and tears. I left with beautiful, happy memories. With memories I'll learn from, and things I won't forget. And people I want to meet later on. People I will remember forever. One person in particular.
J.E.
He helped me learn things. He made me realize how stupid my, slightly, small minded thought are. He gave me many reasons to go on. To never forget and always remember. To think with emotions, and smile with pain. To pay attention to the small things 'cause everyone has a story. Everyone has a life. Everyone has their ending moments. Even he did.
I remember him as a happy go lucky, smile & laughs-all-the-time, idiot. His stupid smirk, and trimmed goatee with his tiny barely noticeable mustache. Or even his velvety laughs, and adorable smile. And everytime he would look at me, oh god, did his emotions shine through so easily. Oh, and how his slightly rough hands felt against my bare skin, as my shirt would rise to hug him. He touched me as thought I were so delicate and fragile. Almost like I would break at any given minute. What he didn't know was that I had already broken, and he was the only thing holding me together.
He gave me the world, and all I could give him was nothing. His emotions for me showed through so strongly it scared me away sometimes. But sometimes it would be just what I needed to get through the day.
-Remember me the once loved ; )
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Thoughts Of the Once Loved
No Ficción"Even in the light my dark mind will always surround you, because you saved me from myself. Because even while everyone else was too busy with their own lives you were there every step of the way not knowing what I was feeling. Not knowing what I wa...
