Every night you visit me.
Sometimes in my dreams and sometimes in my nightmares.
He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than I had ever seen him.
"I guess I'm asking you to trust me," He didn't stare at me because it didn't feel like a stare. It felt like he was studying me. His eyes are brushing gently over me, trying to figure out every nook and cranny of my personality. There was something about him. Something about the way he watched me. It felt more than observant but less objective.
I took his hand then. My cold soft fingers tingled against his well-worn sturdy hand. His skin is warm which to me felt like further confirmation that we were opposing but one. He took my hand and we took a step. It was the first step in a road no one could go back on.
I will never understand our nature and how our own parts melded into a gentle chaos but I will always remember how he felt and made me feel.
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It is not as boring as it sounds.
Stick with me, its worth it. :)
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Polaroid
Teen Fiction"I never stood a chance, did I?" My eyes hadn't left her since she arrived. I looked at her differently then I ever had. She wasn't who I thought she was, she wasn't who anyone thought she was. And it was beautiful. "That's the sad part - you did on...
