We Only Part to Meet Again

Acknowledgment

I'm new to the world of Wattpad. And it is my first and hope not to be my last story. I've been working on this since November 08, 2012. Respect? Thanks. Comment? Even better! Become my fan? I'll love you forever! I'm a filipino by the way. And since I was a 3rd grader, I wanted to be an author. Well, here I am! Oh and before reading "We Only Part to Meet Again," I recommend you to listen to the song "Brielle" by Sky Sailing or "Collide" by Howie Day if you have some time left. And I hope you'll appreciate and not going to forget (worst, regret that you read this) the sweet and sour story according to the journey in life of Brielle and Tyrone. Happy reading, everyone! x

Dedicated to: 

You GUYS. And, well, YOU. You know who you are. Don't be like an idiot asking yourself who you are.

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Prologue

As the clouds turn dark, our souls go farther from each other. You were here with me for a while, but, when I opened my eyes, you were gone. So fast, so instant. You didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to me. I told you that I would stare at you forever. But, why did I even miss the moment, that unbelievable moment, when you left?

Disappointment.

I always hate to be mad at you. You embraced me. Looked at my eyes. Kissed me and whispered, "if you want me to go and leave you all alone, I won't. No. Not from your side." Just then, I watched your fingers touch my skin. Hold my hand. And kiss me for one last time. 

You thought I was asleep. Yes. My eyes were closed but, my heart... My heart was screaming for your name all along. 

You loved me so much. But, how can I ever tell you how much I really did love you too?

It has been a year since my beloved left me. Not by our own choices but our destiny's choice.

I can still remember those days when Tyrone calls me "baby" all the time. Tries to reach me on the phone and softly say, "Brielle. Baby, you're definitely lovely today." I always laugh so hard when he tells me that. It's like he's even seeing me though we're far from each other.

We never made love. He respects me. Maybe because, he knows that he and our friends are my only family. My father left me when I was 7 years old. I never had the chance to meet him. My mother, well, I know she's out there somewhere. She's kinda my best friend. She thinks like me. She's young at heart and mind.

We were in-love. And by in-love, I mean, annoying, disgusting, chees