My star
My moon
My light
I see you everywhere I go, at the store, on the street, sometimes, I know I sound insane, I see you standing outside my bedroom window, like you used to, funny right?
You always did say I was a few marbles short, you said it with that big pearly white smile, and then I'd smile back and say "maybe I am, so what?" And you'd lean in, hold up my chin and kiss me. And I'd feel like fireworks or cannons or something, I don't even know, where exploding from my stomach, and they'd release a hundred, no a thousand little fairies who would surround us and lift us up and suddenly we were in space. You made me feel like the entire world disintegrated and like no one else mattered, not school, problems, people who were problems, nothing.
How did you manage to do that? 'Cause God knows I've tried doing it myself. Distracting myself, but you seemed like the only thing that truly worked long term...
When we were good we were so damn good.
I remember it all, the reds, the blues, the darkness and the light. I remember the awkward moments, the funny ones, the wet ones... the bad.
I'll never forget them and I don't want to, either.
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Polaroids
Teen Fiction~*A coming of age love story*~ Alana is a 15-year-old girl who goes to Northwidge Prep in Olex Woods, a more secluded area in London. She's not sure what on her thoughts about love and whether it's real or not. She's never even had a boyfriend. Lana...
