chazzet27

It’s been three months since you left. I can’t believe how quickly time flies when someone you love leaves. Lately, I've been searching, and I found a box. A box full of memories, keepsakes, little things that meant the world to us. A notebook, full of dreams that can never be achieved. Half of a broken mirror, where I had one half and you had the other, hoping that we’d be able to see each other like in Harry Potter. An old, battered copy of Toad of Toad Hall, which you forced me to read, while I gave you A Tale of Two Cities. And a torn photograph. A photograph of me, torn right down the middle. After piecing together the

They always say, ‘Words cut like a knife’. Well, I don’t believe that’s true. I believe words cut like scissors. Slowly, cutting around every corner, every curve, every crook. Every cut is precise, sharp and stinging. They immediately hurt you, but also define you, shape you make you who you are. If not for those sharp, scissor-like words, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now.

i think of your smile and i can’t help the grin that spreads across my face i think of your laugh and i can remember every single joke you ever told i think of your eyes and all i see are shimmering sapphires in the sunlight it’s 3:28am and all i can think of is you

as i saw you walking down the street i thought 'i wonder if you'll ever notice me' when you asked for my help in chemistry i thought 'you actually know who i am?' as we were talking at our lockers i thought 'you don't know how interesting you are' when you asked me out on a date i thought 'all of my dreams are coming true' as we danced like no one was watching i thought 'what could be better than this?' when you took my hand i thought 'don't ever let me go' as i looked into your eyes i thought 'shooting stars could never be this bright'

I remember the day I met her. We were 5 years old, and we were at school. She was sitting in the middle of the playing field, with her friends putting flowers in her beautiful brown hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Of course, at that point in time I didn't appreciate that. My friends and I were playing football, running around the left hand side of the field, when the ball escaped us. I ran after it, and kicked it back to my friends, but it took a detour. Right into her face. Square on the nose. I expected her to cry, for the tears to stream down her face, but it never happened. I started to panic as she walked over, her n