Running [h.s.]

fifty eight | luna

whats more frightening?

The sound, or the unknown thing that made the roar?

What's more unnerving?

The storm, or the calm before?

-Herman Hoyte

Today is the one month anniversary of the first time Harry kissed me, and my heart has felt light and blissful all day. It's funny how one little thing like that can change the way you go about your day-classes aren't so boring anymore, the sun shines a little brighter, and I feel peaceful and content with the way things are going in my life.

I started working on my story for the scholarship two nights ago, I felt inspired by my beautiful muse. He's truly a work of art, and a beautiful beacon of light in the darkness I've been surrounded with for so long. Having him in my life right now makes everything I went through worth something, like I made it out the other end and he's my dazzling reward.

I can't even comprehend how much has happened in the short time I've known him. We've already seen one another in our most vulnerable states, and we've helped each other overcome the obstacles we face. I'll never be able to articulate to him just how thankful I am that he helped put Tyler behind bars. He will never understand how much it means to me that he helped me protect Mack, my family.

My story is about a girl, a broken girl, and the young man who comes into her life-not to fix her, but to show her how to fix herself. For obvious reasons, I changed our names and I changed the details of his job. In my story, Harry-called Jack-is a student like Anna, my character. They meet at a wild party and he makes her a drink. When their eyes meet, they both feel a magnetic pull towards one another and blah blah blah...

I think if I write honestly, and I can properly articulate the passion and respect that grounds our relationship, I may have a really good piece to submit for the scholarship, and I just might get it.