savvykidd
The bell tower tolled. I could feel the vibrations going through the air. These sense were new to me, but I was ecstatic to have them.
The platform was empty. I tried to picture her here, what she might have worn, how her hair might have been styled. But the picture wouldn't come clear, her ghost wouldn't come back to me. That train she boarded took more than her away, it took any dreams I had of her as well.
I looked toward the moon, and was interrupted by the glare of the rocket blinding my eyes.
In the distance of the snow covered mountain, I could see a shimmer of light. As the circumference of the glow grew larger I could make out a man walking in a heavily wooded jacket. His breath became clear in the night as he held out his lantern to me.
99 red balloons go by. This is what we've wait for, this is it, this is war. The President is on the run as 99 red balloons go by...
It wasn't even on my mind that day. I was just shopping for a jacket and then I would go. But then that subtle black fabric caught my eye. My little black dress. I had found it. After all this time, I found it.
My reflexes died when his lips met mine today. I felt airless. I was dazed after.
I love him.
I saw him cross the street without looking. I then pondered whether all life's old lessons would soon be forgotten. Would all these old tricks disappear?
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