*Freedom*

Status: I don't usually say this, but I love you.
Joined: January 14, 2013
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Quotes by *Freedom*

"Please," he cried, "Please just come over please"
"I'm sorry, I'm never gonna hurt you again please come over"
"I love you, you know I did please come see me"
"I just cant go on without you"

although im still hurting
I just keep going back
 
"you changed" he said.

how did i change

be
cause i would flinch every time you raised your hand?

be
cause i would ask to check your texts after you hooked up with me friend

b
ecause i would sleep on the couch for a week after you had se.x with me after i said no

be
cause i never argued with you anymore after you choked me against the wall

ho
nestly, i agree with you, i did change

bu
t i changed because of you
not because i wanted to
"i just loved you"

"and that's the only decision i ever made that I didnt think was a mistake"

"i wonder what made me think that"



GO READ MY STORY ON WATTPAD PLEASE
Me: Summer 17 is about to be LIT



Summer 17: not for you


School President
 
Jane Hunter and Mallen Eners.
 
 First started as a battle to see who was going to win the president election of their school.
 
Until they realized that they needed each other much more than that.
 
However, there is a single rule for this election that they both agreed to follow.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game."
 
-&-
 
"I hate you," he shouted, seeing the smirk tugging at the end of her lips. "You did me wrong, you used me, you instigated the anger within me, you made me look like a fool, you grabbed me and tossed me aside like some toy, I hate everything about you."
 
When he began marching towards her with his shoulder broadened, his teeth gritted savagely, that was when the smirk on her face finally dropped, fear settling in. They were alone in this room, and he could barely control himself.
 
He grabbed her waist and slammed her against the wall behind her, his palms pressed against the wall above her head. She caught her breath, but stayed silent, her nails scrapping the wall behind her.
 
 He avoided her gaze.
 
"I hate your long light brown hair that runs all along your back. I hate your green eyes that changes to blue in heavy lighting. I hate the way you have one side of your lip that is higher than the other when you smile. I hate the way you always lean on one leg when you stand, your hands in your pocket. I hate how you always know what to say. I hate how you always put your hair up in a bun. I hate your hands start trembling when your nervous, and you try to hide it. I hate how you never lotion your skin, and your hands are always cold-"
 
"Then why do you notice all that if you hate me so much," she muttered.
 
He paused for a moment, finally meeting her gaze. With all he had said, it was a shocking moment when she saw him lean forward, connecting his lips with hers as he gripped her jaw tightly, not allowing her to get away from his grasp. 
 
But she did not pull away either.
 
-&-

FULL STORY ON WATTPAD: 
https://www.wattpad.com/404528509

 



please please please read my new story and let me know if you like it wittians:

https://www.wattpad.com/388901601





 
"lets be realistic," he said with a scoff.

I
was being realistic.

Yes, my reality was to spend the rest of my life with you.

Yes, my
reality was to grasp your face and connect our lips in a white dress.

Yes, my reality was to hold your hand as my fingers dug within your flesh as the doctors yelled for me to push.

Yes, my r
eality was to help you wash your gray short hair and tease each other about our wrinkles.

Yes,
my reality was to stare at grandchildren as we reminisced about our lives.

You wer
e my reality, and I was being realistic.

"you're right," I mumbled in agreement, "i need to be realistic."

I
was being realistic.
i cant help it, im so deeply in love with you i just cant....i need you