author - "dancingmilklover246.aka cristal Santos"
its for the dabble contest. eihte r yo read it or yuo dont. but if yo do please vote!!!!!!!! thansk enjoy!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the red moon. i stare at it. this is all your fault i whisper to it. i could be normal i could be like any other but you had to ruin it. i look back at it and then back at my hands, tangled into my dress as small tears form in my green eyes.
I love you. That was what my best friend is saying to me on my 17th birthday. Alexander riverston. Tall 6 foot 3, black long/short hair that hangs in his eyes. Grey eyes that menmorize you the second you look at them and my best friend since we were 14 months year olds. Funny how life works. I being only 5 foot 2 long black hair and bangs that cover my blue/grey eyes, am surprised to hear the words leave his perfectly shaped lips.
“What are you talking about?” I look up at him wishing that he shakes his head a says forget about it. Yet I am wrong again. “I’m talking about liking you ever since 5th grade.” He looks at me with a hopeful expression. I backed away slowly.
“Do you remember that promise we made in like 5th grade?” He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. “Um yes.” He answers.
“We promised not to fall in love with each other” I looked at him. He shakes his head and says with so much passion in his voice.
“Love changes people and promises.
its for the dabble contest. eihte r yo read it or yuo dont. but if yo do please vote!!!!!!!! thansk enjoy!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the red moon. i stare at it. this is all your fault i whisper to it. i could be normal i could be like any other but you had to ruin it. i look back at it and then back at my hands, tangled into my dress as small tears form in my green eyes.
I love you. That was what my best friend is saying to me on my 17th birthday. Alexander riverston. Tall 6 foot 3, black long/short hair that hangs in his eyes. Grey eyes that menmorize you the second you look at them and my best friend since we were 14 months year olds. Funny how life works. I being only 5 foot 2 long black hair and bangs that cover my blue/grey eyes, am surprised to hear the words leave his perfectly shaped lips.
“What are you talking about?” I look up at him wishing that he shakes his head a says forget about it. Yet I am wrong again. “I’m talking about liking you ever since 5th grade.” He looks at me with a hopeful expression. I backed away slowly.
“Do you remember that promise we made in like 5th grade?” He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. “Um yes.” He answers.
“We promised not to fall in love with each other” I looked at him. He shakes his head and says with so much passion in his voice.
“Love changes people and promises.