Quotes added on Thursday, December 22 2016
Some people
live such boring lives; it’s Black & White, so dead! I
choose to color my life with Fun, some Blue, some Green, some
Red.
TheBroCode
"What color should we get?" Sarah asked, picking out ribbons for her art project.
God, she looked so beautiful.The pass month I had spent with Sarah was amazing,
I tottally forgot about this whole bet thing. I fell in love withSarah, and I am not ashamed
to say it.
"The gold one." I pointed out, seeing her smile made me warm up inside,
no matter how much I saw her smile I had the same feeling each time.
"Gold It is." she giggled and put it in the bin. She was so adorable,
I couldnt help it but just stare at her for a moment.
"What?" she said after she caught me looking at her.
"Nothing, You are just so beautiful." I said finishing up my sentence.
She smiled at my comment- and there goes my stomach full with butterflies.
"Stop it ." Sarah played around,"Take me home."
And so I did.
***
Nothing was the same as before, and my friends started to get annoyed
with me, they couldnt face the fact that I was actually happy.
"You coming to play pool." Zach said, grabbing his jacket.
"No, I have to take Sarah home today."
"Have? You sounding like you are supposed to take her home, you are not
her father. She has a dad."
He was right, but he doesnt understand the fact that I like taking Sarah home.
"I know, but I like taking her home. I like to know that she is safe."
Zach gave me a horrid face, He was annoyed the most because his best friend was taken away from him.
"No what you dont get is that you have friends, you cant be hanging out with her every second of her life."
Zach agrued back, but he was wrong, he was so wrong because he doesnt understand.
"I understand that I have friends, but Sarah is my girlfriend-"
"Girlfriend? she is not your girlfriend , you are only dating her because of this stupid bet that we made you
do, now all of suddenly you love her? You are joking." Zach was insane, he was actually yelling, yelling at
his best friend.
He continued, "Man , I miss you , but you cannot let this bet fool you, shes not worth nothing."
I looked at him hard, "Just because she was part of a bet doesnt mean I dont love her."
Before, Zach could reply back a soft occured across the room
"Tim, What Bet? I was part of a bet?"
Here I am, a bundle of past
recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably
attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has
gone through; I dream of what it may go through.
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction – every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
— Sylvia Plath,
The Bell
Jar
