USF Writing Community Server

Collaborative Writing Spaces for USF
Welcome to USF Writing Community Server Sign in | Join | Help
in Search

Boobslover

My Story In Your Hands

I honestly don't think that the nights I gave you everything I could offer have become useless. You're marching and I won't argue about it, you know this as well as I do.At least, stay this one night. I want to believe that maybe you aren't sure of what you're about to do.Maybe tonight I'll feel as if I was always meant to leave alone. Because I know that smile, so definitive. The same smile that opened the door to your paradise to me.They say that for every man there is a woman like you for them.But in my place you have someone else. The same as me, or better? It's best if I doubt it. Why did you look down at the grass this time? You ask me to remain friends. Friends? Why friends, damn it? I can forgive a friend, but I love you.My natural instincts might be harsh, but they show me truth.There is one thing that I have yet to tell you. That all my problems,you know, are called you.But only because of that you view me as a sore loser. I do it only to feel secure about my future.And if you don't even want to tell me how I failed you.Just remember that I have already forgiven you. On the other hand, you just tell me sorry and that you don't love me anymore. You should leave, with my story in your hands.What are you going to do? Just make up an excuse and leave.You shouldn't worry about me, it's best if it stays like that.I'll write a couple of letters about you,trying to hide my emotions.I'll write,using few words,about that smile,that definitive smile.That smile that opened the door to your paradise to me.
Published Thursday, August 07, 2008 11:42 PM by Boobslover

Comments

No Comments
Anonymous comments are disabled

About Boobslover

I'm a hard working Hispanic (what a shock!). I live in NC and I just love to write. As well as play Halo! My works consist of mostly romantic short essays. They are not personal, even though, they do have a personal touch and experiences. But, I write these for the person who might associate themselves with it.
Powered by Community Server, by Telligent Systems