victoriarose94
Versatile. It was the label they gave me in college. I could do most anything. I could write a script in a week. I could solve differential equations in a few minutes. But the one thing I couldn't do was have hope.
The amount of time I spend on the internet is ridiculous. I could be productive with my life but I'm not. I could be writing music or poetry, or novels. I could be doing a million other things with my life. Even just picking up a book would be better. But I choose the internet.
I was waiting outside in the hospital lobby. What was taking so long? I needed to see him. Make sure he was okay. I promised I'd go with him, but when we got to the doors, they wouldn't let me in.
Scatter brained. That's what they called him. He stumbled on his words in class all the time. She was enthralled by him. She was the quiet girl in the back and she wanted the boy who continued to talk, even if he couldn't. She wanted to kiss those lips that fumbled for the right words.
It was autumn. We were in love. He held my hand as the beautiful crimson leaves fell. I wore that scarf his mother knit for me. I never wanted anyone else, but him.