new-adult

I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story... with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want... what are you doing?

He stood there watching for a moment, not able to move. Even with her mascara running down her face and her hair beginning to frizz, she was still by far the most beautiful girl he__ ever laid eyes on. It was quite simple, wasn__ it? This great affection he had for Olivia was so overwhelming he chose to walk away instead of being brutally honest with himself.

Here__ a little secret. He does care about you, but he cares about you for himself. He__ keeping you safe on a shelf. I bet he interferes with any guy who might show you some attention while he goes out with every pair of perky tits that steps in his path. He may even marry you someday because I__ guessing you and your cardigans are his parents_ wet dream, the perfect ideal of wifey material, but he will own you, D__rcy. Trust me on this. I know what I__ talking about. Is that what you want? Do you even know what you want?

I can taste sunshine and hope on his tongue. I want this kiss, this taste, to last forever.

I try not to react, but I must fail because Gabriel turns to look at me. __he world needs both butterflies and lions. One is not better than the other. They're both beautiful and brave in their own ways.__is hand covers mine as it fiddles with the blades of grass. __va._ I look up. __ do not wish you were a lion any more than I would have wished her to be a butterfly.

And sometimes when I feel that much emotion, something inside of me just snaps.

I'm a poet who has lost his words." He looks across the street, but not before I catch the dull glint of shame in his eyes."Where did you lose them?" I ask, gentling my tone.He turns back to me. When he speaks, his voice is so small that I have to lean closer to hear it. "The same place I lost myself.

You don__ put pressure on me to be something I__ incapable of being. You accept me exactly how I am.

And when you love someone, seeing them sad also makes you sad.

Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.

Why the anchor?""Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

Nothing in life is permanent. All of it will eventually disappear_Maybe we__e supposed to know that_accept it, and live our lives differently because of it. Rearrange our priorities based on the finite number of heartbeats we have left.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear."I think I like you back.

It wasn't until the morning after my uneventful shift, when I wake up, dazed and tense and frustrated as hell, that I realize I'm getting obsessed with that girl, my partner, and this thing is running me ragged.

Yes, Mel. That's exactly why I left without explaining. Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.

And on bad days, when his aura of sadness blazed like an alarm he couldn__ turn off, I felt like I was doing everything wrong.

You know, you__e kind of a badass._ __lease, if I had balls they__ be bigger than yours.

I solved world hunger.___eah, right.___h, ye of little faith.___ou realize that solving world hunger would mean you__ be doing something good for a change?___h, but there__ the kicker: I destroyed my solutions._ He finally looks away from the window and gives me this cocky smirk. __alevolence 101, Kirk.