Sometimes its not the butterflies that tell you you're in love, but the pain.
Close your eyes and picture the sun. That's what it felt like to love her; warmth. She was one of the rare ones, so effortlessly herself, so kind and pure at heart, and some loved her for it. However a sad truth was not to be covered for when you asked her if she believed in love, she'd smile and say it was her most elaborate way of self destruction. "Because its not the fall that kills you its the landing". And only the cruelest lies have detail. And her life was filed with detail. Like a flower eventually grows out of losing itself to the winter, had this beautiful girl grown even when she was lost in this cold world. But she learned to take it. She learned to walk up straight with a smile on her face even if that day she was feeling empty and lifeless inside.
And like that beautiful flower grew even with the strongest winds and the heaviest of storms, this girl stood up to her own.
She was in love, you see? Even when she knew it wasn't meant to be. Even when she knew it would hurt in the end It was still time she was willing to spend. But she was a rainbow and he was colorblind. This was her weary storm. An unloved beauty. This had been going on for a couple months now but the months turned into years and years in what if felt like an eternity. That's why she thought of love in such a dreadful way. Because even if she was the kindest, and the most pure of all, the one she loved didn't love her at all.
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Gigi❤
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A.N.❤
Well that's the first part to this book.
I wanna say that sometimes stories will or will not be from personal experiences. Not all of them will be tragic or sad. This book isn't meant to be about a dark past or any anger I have towards anybody. I just enjoy writing about literally everything and anything that comes to mind. Some times I'll be walking along a busy street and see something that builds up into a poem or a short story. So on that note just have fun reading.
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Becoming A Storm
RandomThis book, is basically a way for me to express whatever emotion I'm feeling weather it is anger, frustration or a happy memory. I've made many attempts to write this books and never really liked how it turned out, so why not keep trying right?. an...
