phoebeebird
I had had the worst day of my life. I walked up to him and he said nothing, and I said nothing, all that happened was we embraced. It was new, but it felt so right. Mascara running down my face, accompanying an endless flow of tears, I just hugged him and let him help me in the simplest, yet most profound way a human being can: by embracing me.
The sunrise was beautiful... All pinks and golds, oranges and purples. It was a masterpiece in the sky. I sat there with Jayson, holding hands and watching it, thinking of how gorgeous it was, and how lucky I was to be sitting there sharing it with him. Nothing could compare to it. It was the precious beginning of a new day, and a new turn in our relationship.
The shirt he wore matched his eyes. Green plaid. I sat and watched him in English class, hoping he'd maybe glance at me and notice me noticing him. Oh, the game I play to get him just to see that I like him. I'm too shy to tell him; to just go up and kiss him like I long to do...
My radio screams in the middle of the night, attempting to drown out the voices in the other room. "She's not right" "She's just weird" I hear my parents say through the paper-thin walls. They think I'm... different. In a bad way. Maybe I am...
Life is a montage. You take one piece here, another there, and a few little snippits all over. It's random, yet it harmonizes together all so perfectly to create something beautiful and tragic, funny and sad,
I stood there, utterly puzzled. How on earth did this happen? What could ever make these things occur?
That was exactly what I didn't know. I was determined to find out, however, so I went on a hunt. A hunt for the person who knew the answers.