Lay down here with me, lay down. I'll lie on your shoulder and you'll rest your head on top of mine in our very own king-sized bed. Lay with me, Andrew,  And we will see the world together, two of the few to find someone true. True Love.

All of it was true-What I said in the letter-But you already know that,Don't you?There were some rough patches,Amidst all the randomness,And sweet words,But we talked about those-Your words had mine caught in my throat.You do that to me so often-leave me speechlessor with a happy little frog in my throatI say happy, because, really, you've never made me cry except in happiness and joy.~~~ You make my heart flutterand my b...

Just to be with you, Just to speak with you, laugh with you, 'happy cry' with you... Just to be with you, Just to hear your chuckle  and listen to your voice. To imagine with you- meeting you, To think of you- and know that, yes- You're actually thinking of me too. Just to see that smile, in that picture as we chat- as we Skype, Just to know you're there, and that you want me there... Is worth the wait.

Denial: a memoir of terror, written by Jessica Stern- experienced by Jessica Stern- talks mostly of Concord, Massachusetts and areas around it. It starts in the first couple chapters at the night that changed everything for her and her younger sister. They were then 15 and 14. It was October of ’73 and in Concord nobody thought anything like this could happen. Afterwards, speaking with police, even the police didn’t belie...

I've imagined... An apartment, Pet friendly, College in the afternoon, Work in the evening,  Snuggling at night, and spending time with you... Sleeping in the morning, doing it all over again. I've imagined... A career as a midwife, Possibly a nurse, Hours will be harsh, Long, Tiring, but I'll come home to you, make dinner, spend time, curl up, and sleep in arms that love me, that I love. I've imagined... A comfy house, A...

They lay there, comfortable together- he was in a good mood, chatting about football and his truck. Missy (Nymia) nods in all the right places and smiles at him, and kisses him when he leans in for one, but for whatever reason tonight, when he wants more, she backs away, shaking her head. He looks at her and she can see the anger behind the sweet expression on his face- eyes don't lie- as he says, "C'mon sweetie, please?...

Dear friend... If you only knew how important you are...Dear friend...You have a purpose in this world all your ownDear friend...No one can take it 'way from youDear friend...Don't take it from yourself.Dear friend...If only you knew how much I careDear friend...If only you knew how I am thereDear friend...You aren't alone in your fightDear friend...If only you let me in,Let us help you towards the light. Dear friend, Thi...

She held her covers over herself in an attempt to hide from her nightmares. Curled in a ball, she felt protected and safe- much like a cat does when it sleeps that way. But if she had only known then what she knew now, she'd escape to dreams- no matter how terrifying- instead of reality. She would soon learn- there are scarier things out there than heights and falling, and scarier men than the unknown murderer on the TV s...

Tap your toe, Pick at your jeans, Play around-  forums, Text random people, Hum random tunes, Bite your lip, Play with the keyboard- trying to think of what to write- you want to,  but what about? Listen to music- like always- breathe deep, calming yourself, Yawn- but cover it, Gasp- hold your sides- but cover it. Everything ends in silence.

He calls her beautiful- so often those words are on the screen, waiting for her to say thank you for the compliment. She does- blushing on the other end, giggling, but doubting so often. If you saw her, you'd think the doubt was fake- she struts about, confidence showing in every step, but that's all pretend. She thinks- if I pretend to be confident for long enough, maybe I'll actually become it. He calls her beautiful- w...

I imagine it happened, something like this- though I've no clue whether it did, or it did not... Parents are gone, just brother and sister home, teasing each other like siblings do, not thinking of what would happen to both... in just a few.. He walks outside, to her apartment he knows- past knowledge- don't think he was in his right mind, still isn't- never will be ever again. Door is knocked in, or maybe they answer- th...

It's as if I'm looking in a mirror, I see my dark red wig, curls perfect, my eyes closed- by Jason of course- but usually shimmery green, fear upon my face... I've felt a lot of that these past months. Jason is kneeling next to the bed- next to me- tears are streaming down his cheeks and I want to reach out to him- comfort him- but I cannot- unable in my ghostly form. What I would give- just to live- for a little more tim...

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Some nights, are calm. No shouting, No screaming,No pain.Most nights, though, are just like tonight.Painful. Loud. Twisted memories, Horror-film dreams.Mother at work, Father drunk, Fists flying, Words stinging.A child's history being made.Why? Why Daddy? Why do you do this to me? Why?

Rain on the rooftophear it? It's playing beautiful music,for you,oh for you,only for you,hear it?You don't have to share this music,no one else will ever hear it, this rain music, you make it,whatever you hear,whatever you feel,it's reflected in this music,played just for you,sprinkled upon this roof.