The way I remember the fun we had
The days of smiles being shot across the halls
The days of worrying what people think
But those glorious days are now long gone
I am breaking free from these memories
I’m forgetting the mistakes that were made
There is forever a hole in my heart
The hole that was made when you told me no
Like we were nothing at all
Like there was never a spark between us
Like you just forgot the things that we did
Like you forgot how your hand was in mine
Now everything is good, just you and me
Just walking down the hall, like friends should be
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Abigail Sulfridge
I am from Boise, Idaho. I am a Medtech and am going to college to be a teacher. Writing and acting have always been passions of mine and I'm glad I get to pursue them here.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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