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"Promise me you won't leave me alone"
"What?"
"Please. Don't leave me alone."
"I won't leave you alone."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise."
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When he met you, you were just another girl in the hallway. But when he knew you, you became his everything.
It was foggy. A small smile formed at the memory of her. She loved cold weather. The cold air made her nose pink, still she chose not to wear a sweater on a cold day. He remembered her vivid fragrance was especially sweet but sensual, and her short hair hugged her face perfectly. Most of all he remembered her smile.
When people talk about someone's smile as a quality, they think of it as bright, and big-happy. But her smile was different. It was genuine. It was quiet. It had a simple beauty, a shy smile that welcomed those who accepted it.
Her thing grey long sleeve shirt became loose from her waist, and hung just above her black jeans. He thought, that had he been wearing a sweater, he would have been tempted to cover her with it, her pale cheeks turned pink at the expense of cold, but it only made her look even more beautiful.
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Beauty.
Something I rarely found in a person.
Something I detested.
I hated you.
I detested you.
Your beauty.
Your innocence.
Your simpleness.
Your love.
I hated you.
But you became my Godsend
And you became my tragedy
You became the girl who stole my life.
I didn't realize I had loved you.
I loved you.
I love you.
I need you.
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Made To Love You: Nuestra Soledad
Teen Fiction"Tell me the story About how the sun Loved the moon So much he died Every night To let her breath" -unknown "Pero mi amor, nuestra soledad nos salvo que no entiendes? We're not alone, porque nos tenemos a nosotros." I felt your tears on my skin...
