yes, you can hold my hand, if you want to2009.10.06. 00:34, Becky
it was a beautiful day. a single fragment of time, when he thought they'd be all right. bittersweet memories on, and underneath the surface, but the surface itself was mostly peaceful, happy, and seemed neverending. for one day, they could forget every mistake, every cheat, every threat, and all the bad things they'd ever done, or said. still, it was all that. but it just seemed to be last forever. because it ended.
it had to, it was meant to be. but it was just so much easier to leave everything behind. they lied to themselves, they lied to each other, but it was all so pleasant. in they thoughts, it did last forever. their mind was made up, they didn't want to change anything, and when the clock ticked it's lasts, they closed their eyes, and waited for the other, to go first. and though that moment was quite brief, unnoticable, for them, and for the world, still it meant everything. it was the end of something, but also the start, of something strange and new.
ezt a kis darabkát történelem órán alkottam. azért angolul, mert a padtársam németes, és egyébként fiú, szóval nem akarom, hogy azt higyje, valami szerelmes verset írok, vagy valami. úgy döntöttem megtartom, és ha szükség lesz rá, majd felhasználom. még mindig nem tudom, happy endet akarok-e, vagy nem. jó, mi?
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