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"I have decided that, at some point in my life, I'd like to live in Boston for a couple years," I said, thoughtfully staring at the ceiling from my position lying across the bed. "And preferably before I'm too old and wrinkly to enjoy it." I could just barely see him at the edge of my vision as he nodded slowly in response from his spot on the chair. He had his eyes glued to the book in his hands. When he didn't say anything, I continued talking, "It seems like it would be a cool city to live in. It's very historical and lively. Seems pretty artsy too. I'd just really love to experience what it's like to live in such a big, heavily populate

I like rainy days because the Sound is a simple phrase and I Get to hide from the sun's hot rays. I like laughter because it Is the best medicine and makes The rest of life easier. I like snow because the Shine is bright and it Makes the world feel more all right. I like the stars because they Burn a rough fire and always Shine with what feels like a desire. I like emotions because they Give us animation and also Something for manipulation. I like touching because it Can't be outgrown and lets Me feel less alone. I like living because it Has true love and I Don't have to feel for the mourning doves.

Standing on the edge of the cliff of love, many can't help but feel afraid when you look down. We think to ourselves that it will hurt when we finally hit the bottom and all we will be in the end is a pile of shattered hearts. This causes an irrational fear of falling in love in many people. This fear is similar to my irrational fear of spiders or my sister's irrational fear of the dark and dangerous weather. It's silly to people on the outside of the fear but those with the fear just can't help themselves. Fortunately, even those with a fear of falling in love will fall off the edge one day. No one who has fallen in love can tell you when t

Leaning back in my chair, I rubbed at my eyes and glanced at the clock that read a little past midnight. I sighed at the pile of blank paper in front of me that I meant to have filled with writing by then. Things hadn't gone as planned though. They usually didn't. Writing was especially tough when all I could do was worry about him. I jerked my head towards the bedroom door as I heard a sound like the sound of my front door opening. I frowned but wrote it off as just being overly tired, both physically and emotionally. After slipping the pile of paper into one of the desk's drawers and taking a moment to watch the pouring rain outside my wi

"Hello," I said, turning my head to watch him as he walked through my door. "You do know that there is such a thing as knocking, right?" "It's more fun to surprise you," he said, walking up to me and pulling me into a hug. "It is." I smiled up at him. He nodded and said, "How are you?" "I'm good. Spent the day with my brother. It was fun. And you?" "I'm alright." I nodded and pulled out of his arms, deciding not to ask anything else about his day. If he wasn't going to just tell me, I wasn't going to push him to. "I haven't seen you around town lately. Who you hiding from? Not me, right?" The smile spread across his face gave away that

"I don't know if I could say I'm content anymore." "What do you mean? What more could you want?" "A lot more. Or just a little. Depends on how you look at it, I guess." "You guess? There is no reason to discuss something you're not even sure of." "That's not what I mean." "Are you sure?" "Would you just - Just stop trying to make me question myself. Listen." "Then talk like you mean it." "Fine. I feel like this isn't enough, that I need more than just this." "That's already been established. But what exactly is 'this?'" "'This' is this town, this house, this relationship. I don't feel like this is where I need to be. This isn't home

I think I didn't cry a few too many times. But can you really blame me? You can't. Once you've had six people die on you within a year and a half of each other, then come back here and I'll listen then. Stuff like that... it changes you. A lot. I finally realized how sudden life can end and how much it hurts everyone around them. That is such an important little lesson right there. It's sad though how people have to be practically slapped in the face by a horrible event before they actually realize it. When death happens to people you love that often for a period of time, it kind of numbs you. I remember one specific moment where I looked