alliecat040

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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."



 
All I  Want
 
                        is the taste
 
                       that your lips

                                                                                    
  allow♥
 
               





                 jusboa girtryinttakothe world
                             
                                  & WE      WANT TO GET CAUGHT IN    THE MIDDLE OF A VERY HAPPY ENDING,

 
           let's sewhat wgot,
                                                           let's give it a shot.







 
day 07-Your ex boyfriend

oh god, i have so much to say about you... well you still "love me" & the funny thing is.. i honestly think you really do love me,. & sometimes i miss us, alot.. but i dont feel like it would be right to get back with you, bc in the end your always the one getting hurt... ;/ when we talk on the phone, i love it.. you make me laugh alot.. & i miss us, & you.. i know me& you will always have a specail thing, & i know i could never have that with any other person in this world but you.. theres just something about us.. well my feelings for you are always mixed.. but i hope you know, you mean alot to me.. xoxo
You are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life, I smile. Even at confusion, I understand, even in betrayal, I trust, even in fear of pain, I love.
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i know my heart will never be the same


but i'm telling myself that i'll be okay






 

So today, I got an email from my dad.
No, not my stepdad, my biological dad.
I haven't seen him since I was nine.
Don't assume he's a druggie or an alcoholic or in jail.
He's autistic.
Not severely, he lives alone. He just has a social disorder where he's afraid of being around people, and he has OCD.
My mom and stepdad didn't believe he was "stable enough" to see me and my brother, so I haven't seen him for a while. But we email back and forth a few times a year.
He was just wondering how everything was going, and he tried calling the house to talk to me, but I wasn't home.
I told him I didn't live there anymore, that I was pregnant, and living with David.
He called me, crying, saying if there was anything he could do for his beautiful baby, then to let him know. He also told me he loved me.
And I told him I loved him too <3

 

I know everything
happens
for a reason,
but sometimes
I just wish
I knew what
that reason was .









*nmf*

i hate feeling like this.
i hate having to miss him.
i miss him being mine.
i can't take not having him.
i miss you. & when you cared. 

-nmf