He kisses my cheek in return. the wind starts to blow a chill rushes through me. I get up and take his hand. "If she does come back anytime soon,we will come back out." I say leading him inside.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
We head inside and we sit on the couch. He sits down next to me and slides his arm around my shoulder again. I look at him and smile. "Sometimes I think I need a vacation from my life." I say. "To get away and to feel, for at least a day that my life is not that screwed up." I take his hand. "There are only a few things that I consider to be good right now." I say smiling at him.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I sit beside her on the couch and wrap an arm around her shoulders again, listening to her. She takes my hand and I squeeze it back, "Yeah? What are those few things you consider to be good?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile and move to face him. "Well I am no longer living with my father, I have a well paying job, I will be attending a great school and," I start gripping his other hand. "there is you." I feel my cheeks turn red and tilt my head down to hide it.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and notice her blush. I tilt her face up and quickly kiss her, "Don't be embarrassed by that. You're one of the only good things going for me as well."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile, "Well, I have a house, a job when school starts up, an amazing girl for my girlfriend, and am going to finally get my major. I've started fresh and that's amazing to me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus