i'm trying to figure out how to write again..kill me.
They had been through this before. On again, off again, but there was a feeling in her bones this time; a stability that wasn't there before. Their soft cherry skin lay atop one another layer under layer over layer, and between each a thin trail of sticky sweat held them together like rubber cement. As he pulled her closer she closed her eyes and thought about the brief moments she went without him, because things didn't seem to work out. Then she thought about the lifetime she had lived alone before she met him, and finally she wondered why they never could seem to live without one another. Fate, it seemed, had them in the stars. He was a part of her map, and she was a part of his.
It was an authentic union by all means, but an unusual one at that. On the verge of adulthood, these two growing creatures, although maturing, and moving on to new stages in their lives, never lost their innerchild. In fact it was not so much an "innerchild" as it was an outer one. They were never afraid to grab eachother by the hand, and leap into the first large puddle they found, or build a sand castle at the beach. They never worried about who was watching, or what they would say. One might say they were in denial, which in some senses is the truth, where others openly admired their carefree ways.
Very often this young love found them in a rusted classic orange and white volkswagon bus on the highway with no destination at all. The windows were always down, and the music always cranked up. Sometimes they would head east, and pick fresh fruit, find the nearest field, and lay in the burnt yellow knee length grass which tickled their bare legs when swaying in the soft spring breeze. On a cloudy grey monday morning they would skip school, and head west to Manhattan. Hand in hand they would walk until finding a secret alleyway, or a seemingly hidden chineese food resturant that made it seem as if you had actually dug a hole to china yourself. It was blissful, and heart warming. They thrived off of what they could learn from the other; experiencing new things together, and mostly experiencing eachother.
It was an authentic union by all means, but an unusual one at that. On the verge of adulthood, these two growing creatures, although maturing, and moving on to new stages in their lives, never lost their innerchild. In fact it was not so much an "innerchild" as it was an outer one. They were never afraid to grab eachother by the hand, and leap into the first large puddle they found, or build a sand castle at the beach. They never worried about who was watching, or what they would say. One might say they were in denial, which in some senses is the truth, where others openly admired their carefree ways.
Very often this young love found them in a rusted classic orange and white volkswagon bus on the highway with no destination at all. The windows were always down, and the music always cranked up. Sometimes they would head east, and pick fresh fruit, find the nearest field, and lay in the burnt yellow knee length grass which tickled their bare legs when swaying in the soft spring breeze. On a cloudy grey monday morning they would skip school, and head west to Manhattan. Hand in hand they would walk until finding a secret alleyway, or a seemingly hidden chineese food resturant that made it seem as if you had actually dug a hole to china yourself. It was blissful, and heart warming. They thrived off of what they could learn from the other; experiencing new things together, and mostly experiencing eachother.