I think for a moment about what he is talking about. It finally hit me what he was talking about and I turn back to him. I slowly lean in and passionately kiss him.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I flash another smile and close my eyes, a slow ache coming to my head. No images pass before my eyes, but an indescribable warmth fills my chest, branching out and through my veins.
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
Nostalgia turns into sadness, and I feel as if a gaping hole was left in my chest when she pulled away. Swallowing, I open my eyes and look at her. I missed her. I missed someone I can't remember.
"Don't leave me," I whisper. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
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
This is a message to all you out there. You don't have to be the fastest writer. You don't have to write 2000 words in one sitting. But if you put your mind to it and really love your project, you can and will get further along than you ever thought possible. — FireEyes
