"7:15, that's our time."

❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞ Highest Ranking: #112 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 01/06/2015 - 01/12/2015

Dylan smiled at me, "And then, I met this girl." My heart stopped--the whole world seemed to stop. "She's hopeless, couldn't walk on flat ground if she tried," He said softly, his eyes unwavering. "She was the only person who didn't treat me like something, I felt like someone around her. You know, its not so dark anymore. I fell in love with her before she even knew my name, but I'd known hers..." Dylan paused, watching me. "Bridget." Dylan reached out with a hand, as I stood speechless. He brushed his fingers across the swollen bruise above my eye gently, and leaned down until his eyes were level with mine. "And in case you didn't catch all of that," He said softly, "I love you. So much it hurts--" I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.