I MISS HIM I REALLY DO. BUT I ALSO MISS HIM, AND ALL THE I MISSED YOUS. THE DILEMMA IS NO ONE'S BUT MINE, YET I CANNOT FATHOM WHAT I MAY DECIDE. DO YOU GO WITH YOUR FEELINGS OR YOUR PAST? BECAUSE ONE KNOWS HOW YOUR HAIR FEELS BETWEEN THEIR FINGERS, YET THE OTHER KNOWS HOW YOUR HAIR FELT YEARS AGO. - CHASITY
I saw him and her, at McDonalds. She was feeding him a fry, dipped in barbecue sauce and his hand was tangled into her hair. Her dimples were out prominently and his laugh seemed to harmonize with hers. It was obvious in their caresses and kisses that they had a history.
They were woven together, at the very fiber of their beings. He didn't know how, but they way his hands seemed to know their way into the perfect holds of her body and how her head clicked perfectly into the crook of his neck, it was obvious this wasn't knew.
She looked over at me, and then at her lap, her cheeks burning red.
I threw out the remanding ice cream in my McFlurry and left, the hurt singing into all of the cuts she's caused, like lemon juice.
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Teen FictionShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
