"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2015
She was making all of this to make up for lost time. She knew he was all she needed. Now, she understood that she could live without him. But she didn't wanted to. He was everything she needed. He wasn't perfect but who was. She wanted to let him know everything she has kept to herself. She wanted to scream out loud that she loved him. Yes, she loved him with all her heart. She wanted to ride the car with him and hold his hand the entire time. She wanted to show him how wonderful he was. She wanted to keep learning about the little stuff like the way he plays with his hands when he is nervous. How he argues with everyone driving around town and his little rants that turn into laughs. How he smiles a little bit to the side when he is listening to his favorite band. But most of all, she loved the way he cared and listened to what she had to say. How he looked at her when she was talking. How he could make her feel special and happy out of nowhere. She loved him for who he is and will be. She wanted him to be her present and her future.
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