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There was little time left for us. Five minutes until we were separated for months once more. I wanted, so desperately, to tell him that he made me happy. How knowing that he existed, at times, made my life worth it a bit more. That I looked forward to seeing him more than I looked forward to any holiday in the calendar year. He was worth entering a National Contest for, and he was my inspiration to win it.
I wanted to tell him all of this, but there was only five minutes left. The plane was already boarding, and, lucky me, I was one of the last people boarding. He was here with me, talking and laughing like we usually do. I take a step forward, approaching the flight attendant taking the tickets for the flight.
Time was running out and I wasn’t sure how to say any of these things to him.
I looked over at him and saw him looking at the clock. His flight would board after mine left; he was going to one state while I went to another. Separated by miles, pursuing goals that fulfilled a passion inside of us. But I was pretty sure I was the only one who felt like a part of her was getting ripped away in returning home.
Three minutes and the line moves faster. I begin plotting how to linger around a bit longer, even if its just to see his smile once more, but notice he is looking back at his friends from his school.
He tells me they are going to board for the plane early. My world bursts under me as I see him begin to tell me good bye.
Not thinking, I hug him dearly, hoping my emotions will reach him in the way my words won’t. He’s stiff at first, but, eventually, loosens up and hugs me back.
He gives a little laugh and says good bye the same way he says hello; happy to have seen me, but saddened we have little time together.
I see his smile once more and feel my insides melt as he walks off. Just as I am about to turn away, I notice him giving me a hand signal we love. The one that means “No matter how you far you are, I will always be watching over you.”
A tear escapes my eye as I hand my ticket to the flight attendant. I know he won’t be able to see it, but, as I walk onto the plane, I send him that signal back.
As we takeoff, I close my eyes and hope he got my signal too. Even if it’s not the message I want to give him.
I wanted to tell him all of this, but there was only five minutes left. The plane was already boarding, and, lucky me, I was one of the last people boarding. He was here with me, talking and laughing like we usually do. I take a step forward, approaching the flight attendant taking the tickets for the flight.
Time was running out and I wasn’t sure how to say any of these things to him.
I looked over at him and saw him looking at the clock. His flight would board after mine left; he was going to one state while I went to another. Separated by miles, pursuing goals that fulfilled a passion inside of us. But I was pretty sure I was the only one who felt like a part of her was getting ripped away in returning home.
Three minutes and the line moves faster. I begin plotting how to linger around a bit longer, even if its just to see his smile once more, but notice he is looking back at his friends from his school.
He tells me they are going to board for the plane early. My world bursts under me as I see him begin to tell me good bye.
Not thinking, I hug him dearly, hoping my emotions will reach him in the way my words won’t. He’s stiff at first, but, eventually, loosens up and hugs me back.
He gives a little laugh and says good bye the same way he says hello; happy to have seen me, but saddened we have little time together.
I see his smile once more and feel my insides melt as he walks off. Just as I am about to turn away, I notice him giving me a hand signal we love. The one that means “No matter how you far you are, I will always be watching over you.”
A tear escapes my eye as I hand my ticket to the flight attendant. I know he won’t be able to see it, but, as I walk onto the plane, I send him that signal back.
As we takeoff, I close my eyes and hope he got my signal too. Even if it’s not the message I want to give him.
Say Something I'm Giving Up On You...
This work was inspired by a woman I met while traveling to the airport. This didn't happen in real life, but from she told me, it might not be too wild a story to create.
To the woman I met today, although I never learned your name, I will always remember the perspective you gave me on life and how lucky I truly am to have the life that I have.
I hope you find what you are looking for, in whatever manner it arrives.
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"Please...take me with you..." she whispered, her voice cracked from the endless nights she endured. "I'm weak...I'm tired...please...please" she pleaded, holding her hands tog
Quick Check-In and Out
Hi all,
I'm alive, despite what you may think, I just haven't had much time for write leisurely. This quarter has been hectic, what with training the new officers of my club, trying to boost my GPA, work, meetings, field trips and social time.
I start Winter Break on Dec 13th, and have a long train ride ahead of me. During which time, I am going to write something.
Christmas-y, mostly, based on my favorite Christmas song. Listening to it makes me want to write, but, since I'm studying for finals (ugh, finals), I know I can't write it. (I'm sure ~LycoRogue (https://www.deviantart.com/lycorogue) is gonna give me a good scolding for getting on DA to write this journal, since
My Idiot
I'm not really sure where this came from, but I just had to write it. Breaking out of hiatus! Oh Yeah!!!
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"You're a smartass, you know that?" I scowl at him. He intertwines his fingers and has his hands behind his head, relaxing on the sofa.
"True, but you still love me," he answers, with an impeccable sense of confidence.
I sigh in response. "Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?" I mutter, mostly to myself, half-heartedly.
"Because loving a bookworm would be boring," he dead plans, once again with a cocky tone.
Despite myself, I can't help but smile at him.
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I've Been Blocked :'(
Hi everyone who reads my things!
Sadly, I've hit a major case of Writer's Block and can't seem to write anything since the Soldier Story.
I'm not sure why this is happening, but I think it's because everything around my life is so hectic.
I'm gonna try to write something soon! Until then, please enjoy this wicked awesome journal skin that I got FOR FREE because of that partnership devianart and Blackberry is having :D
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