"I've been meaning to ask...."he scattered taking my hand to feel his heart beat .Damn it beats so fast i could feel my blood flow as he kissed my hand .Wait is he asking me to be his girlfriend? Oh God that will be us , matching outfits ,Ice cream dates,late texts and endless video calls !!"as i was saying " he smirked "oh yeah shoot " am such a deep thinker .
"Why are you so beautiful "
"What I am ?"
" Yeah and I'd love to be your other half.....you know what i mean "
"Oh that's my dad" i stood up as i grab my handbag he pulled me close "please think about us ,i do a lot and i love you Mads " i walked away ,turned back and smiled at him .Got into my dad's car and Delilah was inside .We went back home .
Like wise on the 28th August dad and i made pancakes on her birthday. When she get's home from work i pulled out a little something i wrote for her.
Dear Mommy Delilah
Remember how we met.....i thought you were trying to replace my mom.Yet again there we are .you've shown me that not all you see from a person is what's inside their hearts .Because your heart glitters as gold ,perfect body and you have the prettiest face .I'd say you were born to change people heart .you have a special in my heart Mam'dee.If angels are real that's you .I wish your heart be ever green and never grow old .Lots of love and happy birthday
" Are those tears Mommy "i said wiping them away ."you called me mom" she said in tears
"Can i sleepover Helen's place tonight please dad"
"Ask your mom "he said focusing on his laptop.
"She won't mind right ?"i said looking at Dee
"Sure .......make sure you don't go to bed late ,don't forget to brush you teeth before going to bed" she said
"I will , promise and thank you "i replied kissing her head. Walked out of the house and approached Helen's dad's car.
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