I ran up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I mouthed I love you and ran upstairs to bed. I could hear dad and grandma talking, through the vent, about how I was going to need a counselor to deal with all of my depression. I only heard part of the next thing that they said. “Liberty needs to get out there… friends are… pushing away,” they were talking about me and my old group.
Then all of us call her and she appeared then we went out of six flags. We got back together we were together we were happy. Although we were ending all the fun,we got to see the beautiful fireworks. My uncle Quejo went to go get the car.
And she apologized and said she “didn’t realize” she was hurting me. We are definitely not close friends at all, but we don’t ignore each other and we talk at church, but it will never be the way it was and frankly I am glad that this “obstacle” happened. It was a big page turner and I like to think of it as a blessing in disguise.
She swears she 's over him, but there will always be a part of her that trusts you will come back. Maybe in five months, a decade later, or in another universe from now; when the both of you are wiser, suffered different heartbreaks, and dream different dreams. We will come together again. We 'll end up meeting at a local downtown coffee shop; maybe you 'll notice that my hair is shorter, my laugh is a bit lower pitched, and my clothes have lost colour. Your eyes may be dimmer, your face may be wrinkled, but your hands, the touch I 've been trying to mask with other people all this time, will feel the same, and it will hit me in the same way my dark black coffee hits me.
This woman who has always stayed strong all her life, not letting any type of feelings get to her and her accomplishment is now crumbling with tears of pain, anger, joy, and confusion at the same time, all right in front of me. That’s when I know I messed up and felt like a totally senseless human. I slowly reached in trying to put my arms around her, fearing every second she was going to retaliate because of the pain. I made contact and nothing came out of her, except tears and sniffles. The stupid, senseless, devilish kid in me felt like it achieved something.
She walked into my room with her wrists slit, blood pouring out. She 's also taken maybe around 30 of my prescription pain killers. Going through her phone, she had cleared everything, except for your number. So I assumed you must be important enough that you should know what 's happening. I 'll keep you updated on her progress, but I think she 'll be okay.
It was the little things that matter most that I didn 't show. But I did care about you a lot. The reason I broke up was because I was moving to Washington for work. It was selfish of me to not include you in that decision but I couldn 't ask for you to be with me if I was in washington for 2-3years.
She said she didn 't know who he was talking to because she didn 't say a word. I asked how she knew it was to her then. She said "because he looked right at me, he has a hooded sweatshirt on." She then said it 's dark out and I can 't see real good and couldn 't see his face.
When she left I could not do anything but cry. I was so insulted and felt like we did not do
We went to different events together like a pizza party from school, and we also went to a soccer game and we went to a Halloween party and I’m going to wright about my experience that I had. At the beginning when I met my buddy at the pizza party that the school had put for us to meet, it was strange She was quiet and shy, and she didn’t really talk to me, at first it was awkward and we couldn’t really talk about
Occam 's Razor 's Nicking At Me I wish I could come up and be with you. I apologize if I hurt your feelings last night, just in case I did, I want you to know that it certainly wasn 't my intention. This is tormenting for you. If you do not comprehend how genuine my love is for you, you never will.
I didn’t think she would leave us so soon, but you know what they say life doesn’t always go as planned. I never got the chance to say goodbye, or tell her I loved her very much and that I was grateful for all that she had done for me, I never got to tell her what a inspiration she was to me, and I never got to hug one last time. It wasn’t far, I hated that I wasn’t there for her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I guess when people say that life isn’t far, they really mean
Together we planned school dances and rallies for the rest of the year. Little by little, I got to know her more and she saw me as her older sister. The girl that I saw at my senior barbeque was filled with shattered memories of her childhood and I learned that she did not have a good fundamental support at home. I have always noticed that she had scars on her wrists that looked like they were from deep cuts, but I noticed she always wanted to hide them. One day, I noticed that the cut on her wrist looked really recent so