mirizwan
You have bandaged me from the broken state I was in when you first met me in a cold, December night. You healed me with your time, and kissed my scraped knee. You were my knight in shining armor, and I hope you will always be that person to me. I was so glad to have you found me that dreary night.
My adviser, my friend, told me to let go, and move on. I don't know why I believed her, and did what she told me to do. Now I am stuck with another person I don't love as much as you, while you're out there, waiting for me to find my way back to you. But you were wrong to let me go first, and come running back to me after I've had someone new.
My life is being sucked by a turbine. I am falling deeper, and deeper into the black depths. I am rotating like a silly little toy, blown in the winds direction, taken to many places instead of one.
I cried myself to sleep last night. I cried because you left, and didn't say a word. No goodbye, nothing at all. All I got with me is a bucket full of tears -- tears because of you.
She looked beautiful in her floral overalls. She was like the sun in the dark, blue sky, threatening to rain down any minute. She was the raindrops when the clouds started pouring them. She was the muddy puddles in the streets, where children play and stomp their feet.
The first time we met was when you got detention from sticking a bubblegum in Mr. Williams's shoes. I was on detention, too, because I accidentally stuck my tongue out while Mr. August was lecturing us about bad attitude. I wasn't actually sticking my tongue out for him. It was for the silly girl who snickered when Mr. Augustus said a lame joke. I guess that was when chance decided to have us meet each other. Both in class D-440. Both suffering detention.
Science is everywhere. It has always been a part of our lives ever since the revolution began. Science explains everything from the tiniest bit of substance to the large, encompassing galaxies in the universe. But, really, why can't science explain love? Why can't it explain thoroughly why we utterly give our self to one person, even though we know that the same person will hurt us? Why do we love them still, even after they hurt us? Can science truly explain that?
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