Work was long and boring as usual. I just couldn't wait to see Meme, I love her. Not just a lustful crush, it's true love in the simplest form. In every book, movie, and shitty teen magazine love is a cookie cutter word that we take in our own definition and I know- I know this is love. The butterflies in my stomach when I see her prevent me from spilling all the words I want to. I always wonder why she doesn't love me back, I mean I'm practically all she has. We share secrets, like she cuts and sometimes has a lot of suicidal thoughts. But I know I keep her grounded, her sister keeps her grounded, she wouldn't kill herself as long as we are here. As for me I don't really have any share worthy secrets aside from I'm a total book work. She accepted that. But I feel like because I can't relate to her secret she doesn't let herself tell me everything she wishes to. We have spent great nights just talking and then she will fall asleep in my arms or lap. My hands running through her long hair.
She looks like an angel, I must have her...
I will have her...
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His Sick Obsessions
Mystery / ThrillerWhen obsession becomes more than just a deep secret it's just a matter of time before everyone else is pulled down with you. WARNING: The book is pretty bad in the beginning. Like grammar and dialogue is just kind of weird. Also people can't handle...
