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The liquid go forms to the plastic, and touches my tongue. t's my favorite drink, Dr.Pepper, greeting my taste buds.
I don't even want to talk about chores.
Stem... I think of a flower swaying in the wind, and the wind that smells of popsicles, and fresh cut grass carries the petals through the air.
I have no idea what to put here...
assisted: old people, shopping bags, cane, grey hair, tomatoes? this is what I think of when I hear assisted... Also, I don't want anyone to assist me.
He tells me that he is being honest. I can only have faith and trust in him that he is being honest with me. When he lifts my head so my eyes will meet his, and says into my eyes that he loves me, I can't help but believe him.
I have continuously failed. Failure is not an option for me. I have a tendency to do everything within my power to not fail.
Failure is a word I regret.
Failure isn't something that I empower.
I hate history. Instantly I begin to think about my eighth grade teacher, Mr. Stephenson. I seriously wanted to slap him with my history book. That man was completely obnoxious, and ridiculous. He made a HUGE mistake at the end of his class by telling the class to write about what they did or didn't like about this class.I told him the truth. I ended the paper with this sentence, "Thank you for giving me a crappy history class to remember you by."
The future comes to fast to be able to predict what is to come. People need to learn how to cherish the present and not the future. Live in the now, not for what is to come.
He held me one more time...
It was a Monday, as I recall. He came up to me casually, but in his eyes I saw how badly he needed this embrace. We both needed the intensity to flow through our veins once more before this long brake.
The warmth and the intensity of the hug, sent me to the heavens. After our absence, I have wanted to feel him close for so long. I've wanted this, for so many days. He picked me and swung me around. In his embrace, I felt the love flow.