I won't forget....still not sure about the forgiving though
All you wanted was me, that's all you said you wanted. But I wasn't ready for serious and steady relationships. So we stayed where we were at. The in between of something but not quite everything. I'll never forget the days when my family was out of town so I could stay out late in my car and kiss you till my lips went numb. I'll never forget sneaking you into my house at midnight just because I wanted to see you after a long day of cheer. Then teaching you said cheer, you did your best but I was still better. You didn't leave till 4 though you were supposed to be out my door by 3. I'll never forget losing my powerless phone in an open field at 9:00 at night, but you miraculously found it after 30 minutes. I'll never forget you giving me a piggy back ride everywhere I wanted or needed. I'll never forget our trips to Wendy's just because I wanted ice cream. I'll never forget our endless talks late at night in my car when one of us just needed a listening ear. I'll never forget my terrible baseball skills and your awful soccer skills. I'll never forget laughing till I couldn't breathe or the neck kisses that took my breathe away. I'll never forget our spontaneous phone calls just because one of us was being petty about some silly thing. We alway found away to laugh it away... that is until I couldn't anymore.
I don't know when I'll forgive you and her. The one girl that drove me crazy. I don't know when I'll forgive the feeling I felt when I saw her story. My chest dropping, heart stopping, tears flowing. I don't know when I'll forgive the lie you told me when you said you were sorry. It didn't seem sincere when I then saw the same thing three days later. I don't know when I'll forgive the way you talked down to me and made me feel guilty when I was the one upset. I don't know when I'll forgive myself for the tears I shed over you. I don't know when I'll forgive myself for getting so worked up over a boy who I thought would be so easy to let go of. I don't know when I'll forgive, but I know I will never forget.
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Short Stories/ Poems
Historia CortaA lot pulled into one. There will be some short stories and poems all put into one. The stories aren't long enough to be made into a whole book and the poems are just ones I'd like to share