Quotes added on Wednesday, April 24 2013

My luck when..
I guess on a worksheet just to get it over with and I'm trying to hide from the teacher and she's the only person who wants to call on me because she knows what I've done.

The House That Built Me
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."


    Not mine I just like it soo much.
Nobody important?

                           Blimey, that's amazing...

Did you know that in 900 years of time and space

                
                                   
                                                           I've never met someone who wasn't important before?

-The Doctor
You think I'm listening to you, and when I tell you I'm not you continue ...


theres no way that your puzzle piece fits 
INTO OUR PUZZLE WRONG, 'CAUSE EVERYONE IS WELCOME ON THIS
stage that we call life. and we dont really care who you are,
SO CATCHY,  SO CONTAGIOUS, THIS DAY-DREAMER'S DISEASE,
everyone is capable of looking up and wishing on a star.
And hope can be your sword, slaying darkness with belief.



Because  that’s  the  thing
 with  music:

WHEN IT HITS YOU, YOU FEEL NO PAIN.


YOU WON'T REGRET WHAT YOU DID
BUT THE THINGS YOU DIDN'T DO



NMQ
 
Whatever we had;
  can         we         have        i t         back         now?
 




there's something in you
THAT    THE    WORLD    NEEDS
 

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