it didn't start out like Romeo & Juliet, or even like Grace Kelly & Prince Rainer. it wasn't love at first sight, but it also wasn't a friendship before a great love.
i honestly don't remember the meeting of us two. but i do remember sitting beside him, on his bed watching a movie, & thinking to myself that i didn't want to lose him.
he never really asked me out, but we knew we were each other's. maybe that was the problem, we belonged to one another, rather than belonging to ourselves.
we did everything right. everything a couple should do. everything a couple does do. we cuddled on the couch, watching lame movies. we danced in silence. we went on trips together. we had happy times, & sad ones, & scary ones. we just didn't get it right. or maybe i didn't.
either way, this boy of mine, was wonderful, a dream really. he had this smile, it lit up the room. and dirty blond hair. he looked great in stripes, so i always bought him striped clothing. my favourite feature he owned were his dimples. they weren't deep, or prominent. they only showed up when he smiled really big, my favourite smile.
we spent our first holiday together, Thanksgiving, at my mother's house, where he joked & she laughed. it was really nice. just the three of us (four if you count Carrot, our cat), sitting & talking over candied yams & turkey.
my mum liked him, she'd said. i remember telling her that i did too. That night, though it was too soon, he told me he loved me in the middle of my mother's guest room. i said it back, meaning it, & kissed him. deeply.
i was 19, living in my own apartment, not knowing that this dirty blond character that i'd met only 4 months ago would change my life forever.
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drowned roses || completed
General Fiction"So i did it. i drowned them. i drowned the roses he gave me. i thought that if i didn't allow them to breathe, it'd be like he couldn't. and i didn't want him to breathe. i wanted him to be so sad about losing me that i didn't even realize i was th...
