I can't do this. Not again! I don't think I could deal with it again... or still. I thought I was over her. I thought I was done with it all, that I could finally move on. But it's never gone. I guess I'll never stop loving her. I can't tell her this time though, I can't tell anyone! I realise the place I've been repeatedly digging into with my pen is now a large blue hole in the centre of my english book. I draw back and flip it closed. I stare down at the front cover of my book. I'm determined not to look at her. I wont... I can't help it. Every moment my eyes are open they're searching for her and once I see her I can't look away. Every moment my eyes are closed I can see her in my mind, in my memories. Though I've found I can't actually see faces in my imagination, in my dreams, if I close my eyes, I can almost see hers. It's not love, not that I'd know what love is anyway, but I'm only a teenager. Just a 14year old teenage girl. Love is way beyond my years... isn't it?
Well thats just a little bit.. like and intro. Cmment if you like it please!!!
Otherwise I may not be motivated to continue with it.
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Edge Of Reason
...I dunno. No-one will ever read this but anyway...
I'll just write and see what flows!
If love is a chemical reaction in your brain, does that mean there's a cure?