Ash Vazquez

Ash Vazquez

College student

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  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 2 years ago
    Kiss Goodbye

    Kiss Goodbye

    Everything started with a kiss
  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 2 years ago
    It Started With a Note

    It Started With a Note

    There I was once again at Starbucks trying to read Dracula by Brahm Stoker. I’ve been trying to finish this book since the start of the fall semester, but sadly, I was bombarded with projects, tests, and essays which took up my time. I was in such a rush to finish everything on time that I never did have an opportunity to sit down, get a tall iced caramel macchiato, and continue to read Dracula. But today was different. Today was the last day of classes, and next week would be finals, but the good thing was that I already took my finals. Now I can relax, sip my favorite drink, and read without any worry. As I was reading, I heard someone approach where I was seated, which was a table for two people, and knock on it. I decided to look up, and there was a five feet tall guy with blue eyes smirking at me. I rolled my eyes internally because I knew what was coming next. Flirting. I decided to hear him out by just raising my eyebrows as to say what, and he took the hint as what I wanted to say.
  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 3 years ago
    The Man Who Isn't Mine

    The Man Who Isn't Mine

    Heart beating so hard whenever you’re near
  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 3 years ago
    A Letter to My Lost Friend

    A Letter to My Lost Friend

    Hey, it’s me that person who you don’t want to see. The girl who once was your greatest friend but now is your worst enemy. I’m sorry for everything that I did. I’m sorry for throwing all of my problems on you. For waking you up whenever I had those late night suicidal thoughts. And for wanting you to be by my side no matter what. I expected too much from you. You couldn’t handle all of the problems that I threw onto you and so I’m sorry for never seeing how I affected you.
  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 3 years ago
    First Love

    First Love

    I can still remember him clearly. My first love. No, it wasn’t an elementary or even middle school crush. It was a high school crush. I know, I’m a late bloomer but can you blame me? It wasn’t like I said, “You know what Imma have my first love at age 16.” Crushes occur when they want to. No one has control over when they happen or who it happens to. And, well, I happened to meet my first love during my junior year of high school.
  • Ash Vazquez
    Published 3 years ago
    Goodbye My Love

    Goodbye My Love

    Your caresses, your smile, I miss it all. The sweet words you use to whisper in my ear. The gifts you'd give me on Valentine's day. It's all I remember about you. I once heard that when it comes to a breakup you have to try to remember the good times. Keep the good memories in your mind. And that is what I am trying to do but it isn't helping me. Every time I see your face in my dreams I can't help but cry.