Description: This story is fiction but it was heartfelt all the same... I write what comes to my head even if it doesn't make sense, but I hope you enjoy them anyway...
The End Up Close... -------------------------------------------
Over and over the words repeat in my mind...
"You" - "Me" - "Us" - "... Why?"...
Things I couldn't answer - Still can't answer...
If I knew this was our last conversation...
I would have made up answers to these questions...
-The meeting of innocence- (Our story begins)
-The love of youthful sinners- (A turn for the
worse)
-Bad combinations, Sad expressions upon crying faces- (The ending begins)
-Rolling 'scrap'; Your '64 Mustang-
(Background story)
thats a wrap.
but when you think of love,the end is something we risk.we know its there.we know its going to be coming for us,but we choose to love.thats what makes it so intense.choosing to face it.your story reminded me of putting my heart out.sadness comes with love.but the truth is we choose sadness.
i loved your story thingy.it reminds me of crying.its good.thats what it should do.random thoughts thrown together can do that.
so props!
rachel:)