These halls are empty now but they are filled with the spirits of the students that passed through them. This is the hall that i passed the boy i liked everyday and where the first boy to flirt with me talked to me outside of class. The hall where i waited for one of my best friends to walk to math class together. This is the hall that led me to class and sent me home. This is the hall that changed my life. This is the hall where i ran into him. The boy that stole my heart when he handed me my book and smiled at me and the one who ripped it out when he lied. The same one who made me believe that love existed and showed me the exact opposite. The one to make me feel everything and the one who left me numb. This is the last time I'll walk through this hall, i walk slowly remembering all the things that happened in this hall, the good and bad. At the end of the hall i meet those who made their loyalty clear and made me start to feel again and i walk into the arms of the boy i had had a crush on those years ago. The boy who saw me break and tried to put me back together. The boy who kept fighting when i pushed him away. The boy who was broken too. The boy who didnt believe in love either but couldnt describe the feeling in his chest as anything but. We taught each other how to love again, how to feel again. We put each other back together. He is the boy that changed my life.
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Small Occurrences in a Little Life
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