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Just like a moth drawn to a flame, I was drawn to you. Your smile made me happy, your cry broke my heart, you were my everything. My life, my world were surrounded by your well being. Every time I see you, you make my heart flutter, every time you kiss me, fireworks explode within me, even your gentle touch creates sparks that light up my world. I started to dress up for you, put on makeup for you, all I wanted to do was to look good for you. My life was all about pleasing you, until now.
Your words cut deeper than a knife. The day you told me I wasn't good enough for you, that you didn't love me anymore, it was as if a sword Slowly pierced into my heart, as the blood trickle down my shirt. I did everything to try and please you, to entertain you, my world revolved around you, and this is
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I would have to forgot about our pass, our love story, our everything. I told myself , “ move on, start over with someone else, forget about him.” But how could I? How could I? After everything we've been through, how could i forget you so quickly, just as you have forgotten about me.
Months passed, memories of us slowly faded , just as the smoke from a flickering candle vanishing in thin air . I tried to hold on to what I have left of us, but I told myself, you have to let go to move on. After spending months lying on the sofa, reminiscing on our past, eating ice cream out of a box while watching Netflix, endless tears pouring onto the ground, it is time to stop, time to move on.
I changed into what I would usually wear, before us, jeans and band t shirt with a beanie on top of my head. There was no point in impressing you by wearing tight dresses which makes me unable to breathe, or shorts skirts which makes me look like a slut, when you're not there. The usual me, I liked the feeling of that, a feeling that I haven't had for a long long
My Dearest Daisy, It has been awhile since I have been home and able to hold your delicate, fair body. I unable to express how dearly I miss you, being stuck here. Your golden hair and perfect complexion taunts me in my dreams in the dead of night. Your voice serenading in my memory, echoing as if that’s the only noise filling my head. That every other sound of war cannot compare to your sweet melody.
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
“After my youth and manhood, passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love – I have found you. You are my sympathy- my better self - my good angel – I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre
Damn one-hit-wonder-from-the-eighties-past music. I remind myself he is gone, and I have tried to grieve; it is time to move on. It has been fourteen years since middle school and eight months since he did it, and it is still right there. He is no longer here, but it doesn’t prevent me from feeling my love for him. I remember, and it stings because I cannot comfort myself with the idea that he is somewhere remembering the same shared memories I am thinking. I cannot comfort myself with the idea that he might sometimes still think of me. I can’t and don’t wonder if he is happy, or if he remembers how happy we were together a...
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Don’t look back, yeah Can’t reach out to touch you or to hold (oh) you in my arms (whoo) Even if I close my eyes, I can never dream of you (oh~) ‘Cause you’re not here with me; you’re not in my story It only hurts, the more I try to get to you (I swear I cannot stop loving) I know this needs to stop, stop, stop, stop,
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway.
I constantly wish I was with you, and the days I’m not with you, or the times I go awhile without seeing you, I feel like a part of me is missing. You’re my best friend, boyfriend, cuddle buddy, and ultimately the love of my life. You don’t even know how much I hate hearing that the both of us don’t know if we are going to be together in a year, five years, or ten. I don’t want anyone else. I’m scared of how I’ll be if you and I break up. I know if that ever does come to be finding someone will be so difficult because I’ll compare them to you the entire way through. I will always love you, no matter if we end on bad terms or good. Thank you so much for being so good to me and always putting up with
I am an only child. My mom was truly my best friend. And she had passed away, with me at her side, a couple months previous to this filming. I took to wearing her gold wedding band on my pinky finger, just to keep her near. So it's the very first day of filming for me, and we're at this fabulous mansion in the hills, and we're going to shoot my first scene --- and it is the scene where I surprise my sister who is sleeping in bed, and we talk about what's going on with her.
I don't know where you're going, but I know I’m the one you want to forget. I may say that I don't care what you think, but I'm two quarters and a heart down, and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. I want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life. So thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great. Come on, make it easy.
More and more days passed, and with each day came new adventures for Dan, Emily, and Rosy in their secret garden. Dan even had their initials engraved on the tree where they met. However, after several weeks into knowing each other, Dan came knocking on Emily’s door, as he did every morning, only to be answered by his mother who told him to come back in a few days because Emily had caught a cold. Dan didn’t think of anything of it at the time, other than that it was a simple cold or fever that would be gone in no time.
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
PROLOGUE “Ashley, I’ve been cheating on you this whole time! I never loved you, you mean nothing to me, you are such a gullible person wow …Have a nice life, loser!” my ex-boyfriend, Elliott yelled at me over the phone. I had just moved to Vegas I was expecting him to come with me later on this year
We were so close. I could hear our breath. My heart raced faster and faster. I could smell his fresh fragrance.