Bailey14marie on Witty Profiles

" Why do we only learn to love when it's too late to hold on to it?
And why is it so unexpected? Where were you when I was looking for someone to hold me?-- when I was lonely?-- when I was hurt? Where were you when I caught that bouquet at the wedding where I spilled red wine on my dress?
And why did you have to be the one? Why you? Why not your sweet little brother, or your cool, crisp best friend? Why did it have to be you?-- the screw-up, the lost-cause, the angry, angry, angry one?
And why did it have to be now? You burst into my days like fire, show me things I should never have seen, and think I can just throw out those memories like you can? Why did you think, even for a moment, that I was able to forget how your breath felt on my neck in that alleyway? You know what I mean. That night when you saved me. When we laughed together for the rfirst time.
Burning. Goosebumps. Shivers. A sigh.
You know what happened in that moment? Do you even have any idea what you did to me? All of a sudden, you weren't just 'that guy' but you were 'this guy' right in front of me, with a warm chest and a broad back and scuplted arms that fit around me perfectly. All of a sudden, I couldn't get enough looks at your arrogant expressions - my eyes suddenly followed you across the room unknowingly, every red would be compared to the messy flames on your head, no man's voice wasn deep enough or rough enough or bored enough or as sexy as yours always ends up sounding.
How did that happen? Why did you do that to me?
I'm fixated on you. Help me. "

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Amenah
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sksx9
advice

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The star of the football team
h a s a b l i n d d a d

who always comes to his games,
even though he can't see him play.
One day, the dad gets sick and dies
before the night of his son's big game.
The team is expecting him to slack off,
mourning the death of his father.
But he played the best game he EVER had,
making the winning touchdown
&+ many amazing plays.
The couch is amazed, so he asked,
"How did you play so well even after your father has passed?
The boy stares right at him, and says
"This is the first time he has ever seen me play."

♥
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Not mine. I just love it

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ohxhelloxthere
love

We met in kindergarten. We were best friends.

She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why.

I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it.

She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny.

We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,

"I like your eyes."

One day, I was playing basketball,

waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me.

Suddenly, I got a phone call.

It was her mom. She was in a panic.

I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like,

"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!"

I had no clue what happened,

so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on.

I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.

Then I saw her, Kelsey.

My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.

"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying.

I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.

Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away,

the main source of blood coming from her head.

I went to the hospital that night,

I went every night.

in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.

The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.

It was all my fault.

If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her,

she wouldn't be going through this.

It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up.

On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.

"Kelsey?" I called.

She wasn't quite awake yet.

Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside.

I did, for a few hours.

One of the doctors finally came out saying,

"I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He bit his lip.

"She woke up, she's fine,

but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."

"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.

"I'm afraid so."

I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't.

I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.

"You can go see her if you want,

but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom."

I walked in, trembling in horror.

I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept.

I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.

I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out.

Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered,

"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."

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f0r3v3rm0r3x3
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Click here and type the words you could never say.

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ѕυммєяѕυηѕєтѕ*
love

It's just a drop in the ocean
a change in the weather
I was praying that you & me might end up together,
IT'S LIKE WISHING FOR RAIN AS I STAND IN THE DESERT
but I'm holding you closer than most
'cause you are my heaven.