danielaferrer
I have a pretty hollywood perception of romantic. I think romance and I immediately think of red roses and running through airports but I'm not gonna lie, if the bitch is leaving I'm not risking getting put on the no-fly list for her sake.
I am convinced that getting back into writing is the wisest thing for me to do; no more long hours staring at my computer screen hoping for entertainment in the form of internet cats or videos. I could re-enter the kingdom to which I have the keys.
I drove down to the train station. I had no bags, no luggage, no destination. I sat for a while, staring at the people around me. Lovers kissing passionately for the last time in who knows how long, parents hugging children, and me, jumping on the tracks.
Rise to fame: Expression, meaning to achieve your dreams and be recognized largely for it, not recording a shit song and becoming infamous for it. Looking at you, Rebecca Black.
Forgetting is a blessing,
Forgetting is a curse,
It really could be any,
But mostly, it's the worst.
I keep forgetting beautiful things about my past; whether it be about my recent past, or my childhood. What is most tragic is that I'm forgetting past love. Can I remember the feel of her lips on mine? No, I'm slowly forgetting, remembering only the ensuing heartache.
The man’s face was painted in a manner reminiscent of a clown, but not one of children’s parties. One of nightmares. He stared through my window in the middle of the night and I shuddered to think his would be the last face I see.