I tried to scream in the dream and kept trying to scream when my eyes popped open, but no sound escaped. I couldn’t even force my lips to part. The most I could do was bob a toe, twitch a pinkie.
Even then, even at thirteen, we both recognized that whatever it was between us wasn’t something everyone had. We knew there was something once-in-a-lifetime about the way we just got each other, the way we made it work. We knew that even though we were so different in so many ways, we were the same, too.
You are the image of a tragic story turned breathtakingly beautiful.
I do not see where I fit into your story. What I know is that you will always be a part of mine. You will remain my person. The one soul I will never turn my back on.
Learning something from the people you admire is really the point here. If you do it just once a day you’ll learn 365 incredible things a year.
We all feel stuck or frustrated at some point. Find a destiny, find mentors, meet your new friends, confront the obstacles, return home a changed person.
His gaze turned towards her. She looked somewhat like her from the dreams just with lighter hair and darker eyes.
She was running towards an exciting and uncertain and even scary future (“I have to perform and do well!”). She wasn’t running with relief and the fading of fear. She was running towards the fear.
If the government doesn’t know about it, they should. After what happened to me. After what could happen to someone else.
Ours is my favorite story to tell,
Because it was unexpected
Because it’s remained,
through so many things and relationships