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I love you. It's as simple as that. I don't know what kind of love it is: platonic, romantic, hopeless, optimistic, some combination of all of those. All I know is you're different for me. I know I'll always have a soft spot for you. Someone once told me about how he viewed a person's life as beads on a string. Different people and experiences make up the beads, but they are ultimately held together by one person. Maybe you're my string. I'm young so maybe I have yet to meet my string, but from where I'm standing, you seem to be it. There have been a few beads, but things have never fallen into place. I've always wondered why I never got the

                She woke up as a shaft of grey morning sunlight seeped through the heavy drapes shutting out the rest of the world and its problems. She drifted out of the fog of sleep and stretched languidly. Her hand stopped when it met a warm slightly yielding barrier. She opened her eyes and followed her hand to find a solid chest that rose and fell steadily. She laid her palm flat, feeling the heartbeat and his warmth through the thin cotton of his shirt. He, of course, did not stir. He had always been a heavy sleeper. She moved her eyes up to his slumbering face and lingered there. They ghosted around, settling on every inch of the p

 She sighed as she sat down heavily on the long couch facing the hearth. Her eyes turned toward the window near the junction of the low ceiling of the modest living room. It was raining again. It's not that she hated it; on the contrary, she rather enjoyed the sound as it hammered the roof relentlessly. It reminded her of steel-shod horses' hooves on cobblestones of the perfect 18th century English square she saw in her mind. She was jerked out of her reverie by a tree branch strewn across the impossibly small window. The heavens had been sobbing for too long. She thought it best not to dwell on the oppressive gale and shifted her gaze to t

She couldn't help but grin and shift her weight between feet as her nerves jangled pleasantly. She tried to remain cool and aloof when inside she was screaming in exaltation. It wouldn't help to scare him away before they even got in the door. The line was growing shorter, and the door was looming tantalizingly close. She glanced out the corner of her eye towards his warm presence hovering near her arm and shoulder. Wonderfully awkward. He seemed to have the same soliloquy running behind the wide brown eyes. The line was jostled into two to aid the passage inside. He was pulled by a throng of restless people that tried to make it to the hea

His head hung in shame; he heard the door slam, His tears dropped like faceted gemstone fears. Hands through hair, another day of bedlam His eyes dart, more faces' contorting leers. Sobs wracking, body closing into mind Shoulders curling to protect central heart. Tentative reaches come searching to find. Aggression lashes, not wanting to part With his own fears; his only safe retreat. Her sole purpose to help him survive this To save from agonizing defeat. His own suspicions coming to near-miss. With a slight touch, a single shaking hand, A world without ridicule, reprimand.

Her eyes seared as she stepped out onto the porch. The sun bit at her face as she walked down the baked pathway. Finally. The sun pierced its way through the rain clouds that seemed to rule the sky lately. It was one of those days near the end of winter where it was strangely warm and unseasonal. One of those days where you could smell summer's slow approach months away. A white day moth flapped its sporadic way across the lawn, alighting here and there, only to have some unseen vibration drive it away again. She stepped out onto the harsh grass. The dying winter stalks had not yet been overtaken by fresh growth. Every step crackled and le

           Flick…flick. My ear was going haywire, waking me up. I swear, if I have to wake up in this stupid stall, with this stupid hay making my stupid ear twitch, I'm gonna…I'm gonna…do nothing. It's not like I can leave this place. I've been here ever since my parents could get rid of me. You see, I'm not quite normal. Far from it, actually. As weird as it sounds, I'm part tiger. Yeah. You can understand why my parent wanted to get rid of me. Everyone says I'm like this because I was put here to do something great. Right. You're probably wondering where I went after my parent left me on the street. This woman picked me up, looked inside t

I thought I knew what it was, This new feeling, But it turns out, I know nothing This new feeling I have for you For others it was superficial A feeling of compassion. A small prick of pain I felt, As I saw you lean you head On her shoulder Is now a stabbing When I see you embrace. I thought you felt the same I do, It turns out I was wrong. Now I turn my head And pretend I don't mind, But deep inside I do. My life is like the road to hell Paved with good intentions But never of use Pulling me into deeper doubt. You say her habits are addicting, What happened to the way you were? Didn't you like it? I know I did. I'm