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.
Me and Brittany got scared when the police سوالات us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the بیئر since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot مزید nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the بیئر since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot مزید nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
آپ don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and آپ don’t care anymore,
but آپ do,
آپ still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the دن of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing آپ
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
ارے Mom,
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since آپ sat اگلے to me,
Since I saw آپ smile
I miss آپ Mom
I wish آپ were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see آپ Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my دل in two
I'll always remember Mom,
آپ taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling آپ Mom
Losing آپ killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what آپ were Mom,
Strong.
In everything آپ said
In everything آپ did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the سیکنڈ of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But آپ should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do آپ do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three مزید seconds, gone, like that,
Did آپ use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these سیکنڈ in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the سیکنڈ of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But آپ should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do آپ do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three مزید seconds, gone, like that,
Did آپ use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these سیکنڈ in hell.
