One Year
  • WpView
    Reads 2,155
  • WpVote
    Votes 78
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jan 18, 2016
1 year screaming on mall shows, one year supporting every single tv show you are in, one year tweeting you random things, one year saying 'i love you & i miss you', one year looking at you smiling while you're performing, one year being a proud fan, one year protecting you from your bashers, one year full of unexpected moments, one year full of bash & hates, one year being weird & crazy in front of you, but sill I'm here..supporting the same Brace Arquiza I met a year ago - 011915
All Rights Reserved
#24
brace
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • When The Rain Stops, Can You Run To Me? (El Diva Series #2)
  • I'm The Mafia's Man(BxB Series#1✔)
  • Mr.Shy  [COMPLETED]
  • Bitch of all Bitches #Wattys2015
  • I Own Them
  • Love Is Not Always Forever (ᴛᴀɢᴀʟᴏɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ)
  • Midnight Lover [RATED SPG / COMPLETED]
  • I've Met A STRANGER [COMPLETED]
  • You're the One [Loser's Series #5]

With each raindrop, I always look up and smile. Each time thunder competes with lightning and lightning proves how undethronable the power it holds is, I can't help but be mesmerized, especially when the main event steals the show by making a colorful entrance. The rainbow. I found these performances of atmosphere soothing and remarkable, and I could give you my word that I wasn't losing my mind. I'm certain of that. It's just that... Rain reminds me of those days. Those magical moments I had. That did happen every time the sky released its emotions. I still remember when I spent all my firsts with him. The first time we met, the first time I ran to him, the first time his lips crashed onto mine, the first time I confessed, the first time we fought, the first time I cried, the first time I woke beside him, and the first time we said our first thank yous to each other. All of those firsts were with him, and strangely, but mind-blowingly, the skies were gray, being highlighted by mixing fast lights. And from that moment on, I said to myself, the rain will stop, but my heart will always belong to that person. My umbrella against the heavy downpour of life. But then she kicked in. My rainbow. I realized suddenly that, in the midst of the misty rain, the umbrella that got left behind would find its way out. To reach for her. To walk down a new path toward the future with nothing else in mind but the bliss of finally getting his prize. He could now run to me and whisper, "The rain stops, Yuri. I'm here now". Yuri Allisson Melendez: The Heart of Bravery

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines