what it means to me

what it means to me

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"i would be willing to give up all the places i've fallen in love with, all the old cars i've driven, the pieces of toast i've burnt in the morning, the shoes that i've worn holes through, the words i've misspelled, and the sentences that i've been too afraid to say to the people i love. i would give up the flowers that grow out of the concrete that i've skipped over, and the headaches after being in the club for endless hours, the space between happy and sad where you're just completely mellow, and the pancakes on sunday morning. i-, what i'm trying to say is that everything that i love about life the most, the most tiny & arbitrary of things that i have experienced individually, i would give up to start to experience them again with you." - from a story about a boy who loves life who meets a girl who hates life
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They pooped together, They dressed together, celebrated birthdays together gone to school together and so much more. He was her pillow, She was his Blanket. People see them as Brother's and sisters but what about them? What do they see one another as? Heading to college, Lovetta realizes its now or never to confess her feelings... But what would happen? Would it affect there relationship they already share or would it bring them together. Going up and down battling, This 18 year old girl faces through hard times just for her one love she doesn't want to let go. Or would she? ************************************************************************* "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Say 'Hey' One more time and you won't be able to eat your favorite cupcakes." I frowned pushing him away and crossing my arms like a little child. I heard him sigh and soon enough his huge arms wrapped around my neck, nose buried in the crook. "You can say 'Hey' I love your voice anyways." My face heated fast and I bit my lip hoping he doesn't notice. God if he only knew how much his words affected me.

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