walking alone in a hasty situation
Alone she walks, wandering around wondering when it was neccessary to get back in the car. It was creeping beside her everso slightly but all she could do was tear herself apart. She was hurt and was pouting as she always did when she felt this way. No one could ever take her away from that. Cold shivered through her already hurting veins. She carressed herself against her skin, put up her nonexistent hood, and continued to venture towards the house that seemed to get further and further away each step. Should she get back in that car or not? Hearing footsteps and voices, she figured she wouldn't make a scene. She slammed open the door as light as possible and pittered it back shut. Nothing would feel as awkward as getting back into that tainted car smell. She hated that lonely, depressing feeling she always felt when she was angry with him.
Oh how much she loved him. He was her everything and nothing would ever change that. But sometimes, shouldn't couples hurt each other just so that they could makeup again and again. Hurt only brings on more feelings of love and strength in this relationship. It was sweetness that brought us together in the first place and sweetness is how it will go out.
But talking with her always brings me closer to realizing how much I love and how much I breathe in what others feel for me. I will never ever bring myself to feel otherwise.
Oh how much she loved him. He was her everything and nothing would ever change that. But sometimes, shouldn't couples hurt each other just so that they could makeup again and again. Hurt only brings on more feelings of love and strength in this relationship. It was sweetness that brought us together in the first place and sweetness is how it will go out.
But talking with her always brings me closer to realizing how much I love and how much I breathe in what others feel for me. I will never ever bring myself to feel otherwise.