It was 3 in the morning; my flight was in an hour. I had my blue sweater in the backseat of my car and I was sitting in there waiting for the woman I loved to come outside, running my way. I was a nervous wreck with my knees trembling. As soon as I heard my car door open and saw her beautiful face with the help of the moonlight shining down on her straight through the windshield, I had no air in my lungs. I felt every word in my vocabulary trapped in my throat. This was my best friend, my lover, and my everything. All I wanted to do was drive away and never look back. I was supposed to lean in for a long hug but when I let out a long breath from my body, I felt her arms around my back, the first thing I saw were those delightful pink lips I'd become addicted to, and those mesmerizing eyes, I couldn't resist but to press my lips on her. The next thing I knew, we were in the backseat of my car, reminding how much I valued every inch of her and how much I missed her whole.
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Where is your "Hope" Now?
Roman pour AdolescentsThis is a small story I wrote to express a very hard break-up I went through very recently, I don't plan on giving a reason behind the separation because it may change from both perspectives. But this is a story on what I thought I wanted but things...
