elisgalpal
Her Daddy kept the rifle behind the door but until that first time a boy came to pick her up for a date, she had no idea why. He let him inside and slowly closed the kitchen door, He stood beside the door, arms folded across his chest and glared. She hated being the youngest.
I have revised my plan for my life. Hopefully, it works out and I will find myself smiling.
Memories. Scenes playing out in my mind from years past as I listen to songs from yesteryear. The memories come flooding back. Tears fall.
Honorable. She wished she felt that way about him. She wished he could have been more of what she wanted, what she thought she should have in this life.
Kept.
I gave him my heart, thinking he would give his in return. Instead, he kept mine and I never had his.
She watched as he made his way through the water. So graceful. Sleek. His movements, effortless. She loved him, her swimmer.