Myy secret lover

My prosoective of life.

  Anthony:

      I opened my eyes to the sound of my alarm. I don't want to get up, its cold, its always cold. I manage to pull my self up. I open my curtains to the blinding light of the sun. It helps me get more energy to go out into the world. I put on a dirty sweatshirt, probably not washed in a couple mouths. It smelled nice so I didn't care. I pulled on some blue jeans and my black Vans and walked down stairs.

   "Good morning sunshine." "Morning beautiful." I said as I kissed my girlfriend, Heather. She had long brown hair and was really skinny and short but I still loved her. "Are you going to visit me at the juice bar today?" She said as I drank my coffee. "I always do." I winked.

    I walked out the door with a flower in my hand. I walked to the usual spot I walked every morning, the park. It was peaceful but also painful. My mother had died sitting on the bench of a heart attack three years back and I always sit there every morning. It makes me feel as if I'm sitting right next to her, like she's still alive.

    I sat down and started hearing the sounds of cameras flashing. I always herd them, every time I went outside I herd them. I guess the town I lived it attracted  tourist. I sat the flower down not realizing that I sat it down. I got up and headed for the juice bar. "Damn it!" I realized I forgot the flower and went back to the park. I saw some girl sitting on the bench holding the flower. I sat down next to her. "Um, I'm sorry to bother you but I left that flower here and I acutely need it back, please." The girl didn't say anything she just started at me. After about two minutes she weirdly handed it over. "My names Anthony." I held my hand out to shake. "Li-Li-Lilly, my names, Lilly." She wheezed. She shook my hand. "Thanks again." I said even though I only said it the once. I headed to the juice bar to give my lovely girlfriend a flower that had been growing threw the crack in our steps.