Once Upon A TimeLike many stories often begin, this one begins with Once upon a time But unlike most stories, this ones ending isnt as happy as most.More Like This
Once upon a time there was a girl and a boy. They werent quite just a girl and a boy though since they were in high school and such. But either way, they were a girl and a boy.
The girl was seeing a guy. Now dont get me wrong, he wasnt abusive per se, but he was rather ridiculously possessive over the girl. He scared the girl. She didnt love him, nor did she ever really want him.
The boy was friends with the girl. He secretly liked her and she secretly longed for him. But most unfortunately, the girl was trapped in a relationship with the possessive guy.
One day, the boy had given the girl the strength to leave the possessive guy.
She told the possessive guy that they were over. She walked away. She walked right into the arms of the boy.
The next day, the boy gave her a notebook. It was a simple purpl
Anyone else have this problem?11:00pm, just out of the shower, dry off, check email, turn off lights . OH GOD WHAT'S THAT!!!! *panicked freeze* Oh, it's just my desk chair. It looks very menacing in the dark. Fuck you, desk chair. *Kick menacing, shadowy desk chair, start peeling back the bed sheets, get more and more afraid every second I'm not buried under the covers, don't care if it's too hot, must get under magical blanket shield. Build pillow fortress around me to keep out the monsters* What's that? What is that!? WHAT IS THAT!? OH GOD IT'S MOVING!!!! because it's my own foot. Derp. Get a grip Bobbie Jean, you're an adult for fuck's sake. There is nothing to be afraid of. *Make sure feet are tucked in anyway. ~brrsshhh~ WHAT WAS THAT NOISE!?!?! *panic-freeze* ~brrssshhhh~ hide under covers* OH GOD SOMETHING IS TOUCHING ME!!! SOMETHING IS TOUCHING ME!!! *flail-panic, catapults family cat across the room* .Sorry, Bilbo. *Try not to think of scary things*More Like This
10 minutes later
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She sends me
And I relish
Over every Word.
What I heard,
She still loves me.
A thought inside me stirred:
What if it's lies
And she loves me not,
Then who, I wonder,
Will send me Words?