Serena
There isn't a lot left to say. I guess happy endings can happen, but the struggle to get there isn't always that straightforward.
It wasn't that easy. And I wouldn't wish it was. Because that made it worth it.
I glance down at my hand for the umpteenth time that day. The small circular stone set on a silver band.
I'm twenty six...so that's seven years. Seven years since...
I never have and never will regret any of that.
"Serena, are آپ even listening to me?!" Kayla shrieks from the other side of the dressing room door. "Come on! You've been in there, what, fifteen منٹ now?"
She graduated a ماہ ago. Plans on becoming a clothing designer. Suits her, really. Fashionista.
I step out of the irritating small room.
"I say take that one..." she mutters.
"You think so?"
"Twirl," she orders. Tired of arguing, I comply.
Yeah, آپ guessed it. The afore mentioned fashionista is planning my wedding. And since this afternoon, thrusting dress after dress after dress at me.
I like this one, though. Silver and sleevless. Better yet, no ostentatious stuff.
"Great. We're taking it," she beams.
"Fantastic. Now I'm getting revenge and forcing آپ to try a multitude of bridesmaid dresses."
"Yay!" she squealed.
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When it comes to love, our reasons aren't based on reason یا logic at all.
آپ don't need a reason to love someone. If آپ tried to say why آپ loved them, آپ wouldn't reach the end of the فہرست anytime soon. آپ can shorten it, but there's no way to say it all.
آپ can tell if someone cares. Because of the way they touch you, like there are no words.
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I was sitting in the place Kayla had sat three years ago, against the wall, looking out the window. After helping me carry a dozen odd shopping bags home, she had collapsed on the couch. Ash was with Shaun, they'd gone to see a movie. Probably on the way ہوم right now.
My thoughts wandered, so I didn't notice them coming ہوم until he sat down اگلے to me and asked, "What are we looking at?"
I didn't get to reply, because he pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. God, I love him.
"I love آپ too," I said, when we resurfaced for air.
There isn't a lot left to say. I guess happy endings can happen, but the struggle to get there isn't always that straightforward.
It wasn't that easy. And I wouldn't wish it was. Because that made it worth it.
I glance down at my hand for the umpteenth time that day. The small circular stone set on a silver band.
I'm twenty six...so that's seven years. Seven years since...
I never have and never will regret any of that.
"Serena, are آپ even listening to me?!" Kayla shrieks from the other side of the dressing room door. "Come on! You've been in there, what, fifteen منٹ now?"
She graduated a ماہ ago. Plans on becoming a clothing designer. Suits her, really. Fashionista.
I step out of the irritating small room.
"I say take that one..." she mutters.
"You think so?"
"Twirl," she orders. Tired of arguing, I comply.
Yeah, آپ guessed it. The afore mentioned fashionista is planning my wedding. And since this afternoon, thrusting dress after dress after dress at me.
I like this one, though. Silver and sleevless. Better yet, no ostentatious stuff.
"Great. We're taking it," she beams.
"Fantastic. Now I'm getting revenge and forcing آپ to try a multitude of bridesmaid dresses."
"Yay!" she squealed.
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When it comes to love, our reasons aren't based on reason یا logic at all.
آپ don't need a reason to love someone. If آپ tried to say why آپ loved them, آپ wouldn't reach the end of the فہرست anytime soon. آپ can shorten it, but there's no way to say it all.
آپ can tell if someone cares. Because of the way they touch you, like there are no words.
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I was sitting in the place Kayla had sat three years ago, against the wall, looking out the window. After helping me carry a dozen odd shopping bags home, she had collapsed on the couch. Ash was with Shaun, they'd gone to see a movie. Probably on the way ہوم right now.
My thoughts wandered, so I didn't notice them coming ہوم until he sat down اگلے to me and asked, "What are we looking at?"
I didn't get to reply, because he pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. God, I love him.
"I love آپ too," I said, when we resurfaced for air.
Broken Dreams cover photograph. I did the photography.
First get a cup of water and fill it half way then take your پسندیدہ ہار یا bracelet and dip it in the water the add some salt and stir it with the jewelry in it once it has dissolved add your پسندیدہ lotion only 3 squirts then dip your finger in and say the spell below
Creatures of the sea give me a (color) tail with a سب, سب سے اوپر to go with it give me the powers of freezing heating and shaping water please let my dream come true and make me into the mermaid I wish to be
Side affects:
Itchy legs
Legs crossed
Rash on legs
Wanna swim a lot
Sing a lot
Creatures of the sea give me a (color) tail with a سب, سب سے اوپر to go with it give me the powers of freezing heating and shaping water please let my dream come true and make me into the mermaid I wish to be
Side affects:
Itchy legs
Legs crossed
Rash on legs
Wanna swim a lot
Sing a lot
I miss my old house. I was happy and fine there. I hate the monsters who screwed us out of there. I wish my parents could have fought to keep it and pay it off rather than find a rental house. I don't care for this new place very much. I hate that the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ is downstairs, I hate the neighborhood and the area, and I cannot stand the animals that make noise in the backyard all night long. I miss my old room, where I can watch the sunset in the summer, I miss going for long walks in my old neighborhood, and most of all, I miss the memories.
