There's a box under her bed that she tries never to open up. It's locked with a key that she wants to hide from herself, but she never quite can. Inside this tiny box are all her what ifs, her might have beens, her should have dones, truths that never quite came out and lies that somehow became realities. When her life has taken a particular turn ( Read more... )

She walked in a perfectly straight line. Each step fell directly in front of the last as if she were taking an imaginary DUI test. It was amazing to watch -- almost like a dance. She ambled along, her shoulders back, her hips leading her wherever she went. It was the most graceful and curious movement I had ever seen. The dirtiest sidewalk became a ( Read more... )

She noticed him every day for months before his eyes ever turned her way. Trying to pretend that she didn't care, she would carefully tiptoe around him in class, never truly wanting him to see her. The crush was her own, her private fantasy, her small, lonely reality. In it, he was whatever she wanted him to be. He would sing quiet songs in her ( Read more... )

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I clasped my hands together against my lips and took a deep breath. They smelled of something that reminded me of my first love. Without warning, my stomach began to flutter with those familiar butterflies. I remembered the way it felt to be loved for the first time. I felt like I had just met him again, that he was stirring up the dizzying ( Read more... )

He barely looked at me when I walked in. It was like I really wasn't there if he didn't acknowledge my presence. I hated when he did that. I remember when his face used to light up when I walked in the room. He used to smile, hold out his arms and welcome me with a silent hug. He would pull me into the warmth of his body and hold me there for as ( Read more... )