I Love You! Is what the title means.
"But...Dad. I love you!" I said though my sobbing.
"I’m sorry baby girl... you've got to promise to be strong for your mother...Luke....and Pricilla..." He was so weak I had never seen him like this.
"No... No I can’t promise that... You will make it though this... PLEASE dad!" I was crying harder now.
"Amelia you have always been strong even...when you were a baby....." He cleared his throat. He was holding back his tears."Please do this for me."
"Fine... I promise." My voice was horse.
My mother came in and interrupted us.
“Honey I need some time to talk to your father.” She was cold, emotionless and pale. She had puffy eyes. I could tell she had been crying. When I didn’t move she made it clear by saying.
“Alone… Please” Her voice kept braking.
With a tear streaked face I kissed my father’s head and left the room. I wasn’t escaping anything when I left and I knew that. I still felt relieved though. How was I supposed to deal with everything? Ugh! Life was so not fair. I turned to look at my sister and brother. They were sitting there eyes wondering and dead.
I went over and began to comfort my little sister the best I could.
“Hey…It’s okay. Don’t worry…” She was sobbing.
If I hadn’t made that promise I would have been balling myself. I only let one tear slip.
I turned my mother just came out of the room and it was like it happened so fast but in slow motion at the same time. My mother fell to her knees outside the door. My big brother and little sister run to either one of her sides. I just sat there. I wasn’t processing anything. I just sat there allowing one more tear drop than promising myself no more tears. I would be strong from here on out.
The funeral was taking place but I felt as though it was a bad dream. That any second my father was going to come into my room and wake me up for breakfast. That I would wake up but it never happened. I never woke up. This nightmare was still happening and I was carried further and further away from reality.
It took me so long to post this and write. I hope you like it. It will get better I promise so give it a chance.
"But...Dad. I love you!" I said though my sobbing.
"I’m sorry baby girl... you've got to promise to be strong for your mother...Luke....and Pricilla..." He was so weak I had never seen him like this.
"No... No I can’t promise that... You will make it though this... PLEASE dad!" I was crying harder now.
"Amelia you have always been strong even...when you were a baby....." He cleared his throat. He was holding back his tears."Please do this for me."
"Fine... I promise." My voice was horse.
My mother came in and interrupted us.
“Honey I need some time to talk to your father.” She was cold, emotionless and pale. She had puffy eyes. I could tell she had been crying. When I didn’t move she made it clear by saying.
“Alone… Please” Her voice kept braking.
With a tear streaked face I kissed my father’s head and left the room. I wasn’t escaping anything when I left and I knew that. I still felt relieved though. How was I supposed to deal with everything? Ugh! Life was so not fair. I turned to look at my sister and brother. They were sitting there eyes wondering and dead.
I went over and began to comfort my little sister the best I could.
“Hey…It’s okay. Don’t worry…” She was sobbing.
If I hadn’t made that promise I would have been balling myself. I only let one tear slip.
I turned my mother just came out of the room and it was like it happened so fast but in slow motion at the same time. My mother fell to her knees outside the door. My big brother and little sister run to either one of her sides. I just sat there. I wasn’t processing anything. I just sat there allowing one more tear drop than promising myself no more tears. I would be strong from here on out.
The funeral was taking place but I felt as though it was a bad dream. That any second my father was going to come into my room and wake me up for breakfast. That I would wake up but it never happened. I never woke up. This nightmare was still happening and I was carried further and further away from reality.
It took me so long to post this and write. I hope you like it. It will get better I promise so give it a chance.
I can't believe you're a love that I've found,
I was alone in this crazy world
but you're the one who let my love unfurl,
You're the star to my burst, the heart to my beat,
I can't believe we're in love, falling so deep,
We are to opposites yet the same,
I think about our love until I go insane,
Two lost souls found one another,
All that matters is that we love each other,
I can't think our love through
but my heart always knew
Here's what it has to say;
You're all that I want at the end of the day,
If you can see from my point of view,
All I can say is that; I love you.
I had this bf and he was my best friend, I told him everything and kind of depended on him in a way I geuss. I don't no if he really felt the sane way, though he told me he did. We went out 4 lk 9 months then he breaks up with me. It has been 8 months since we broke up with him and I convinced myself I hate him for letting me alone. I bbt tlk to him but a couple days ago he came to my work and I got all shakey. Then when I txted him tht night I got all excited when he txted me back. I xonviced myself I'm over him but idk! I think I was until I saw him. Can someone tell me what I'm feeling?
We met
Two strangers.
Knowing of pain.
And heart ach.
We met
Two people.
That crave love.
Affection.
We met.
Not inderstanding the feelings.
That are invading our souls.
The feeling that makes us smile.
We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
We understood eachother.
We met.
We fall in love.
Now a love is found.
From two strangers.
I might not say it enough.
But I love you.
We met.
I need you.
I crave your touch.
Your kiss.
Your arms.
I know I might never feel them.
We met.
But I dream of you.
I will be witth you in my dreams.
I do not know if you feel the same love as me.
I hope so.
We met.
It doesnt matter.
How long it lasts.
For the hours.
We have spent.
On here.
We have Loved.
A life time.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's wall that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.