Secret Love

We all have secrets.  The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.My silky dark brunette hair flapped in the wind as I walked inside the school to pass my works I have been working for a week. The colors of my eyes are so dark brown, almost black and my skin is slightly tanned. I wore an aqua blue button down shirt paired with faded blue baggy pants and white shoes to top it all.

I was prepared, but it still hurt.I pretended not to notice when his calls became less infrequent and even when they all stopped the together. I pretended that I didn’t mind how secretive he was about him and I. He didn’t talk about me to his friends while I talk about us to everyone I know, including his friends, since they’re my friends too. I pretended that it didn’t hurt when we ended and that I hardly noticed his presence. I pretended I was happy for him when he fell for her instead. But I can’t help but miss him.“What do you mean by ‘Not just today’ ?” I asked, lifting my brow.He just shrugs. “You’ll see.” Ashton simply replied.He’s toying with me. I can feel it. But I let him do what he wants anyways.I’m a fool too.Some d

I keep hearing idea that true love takes your breath away, but I don't think that's right. No, he's the one who reminded me to breath when I'd forgotten how. He was the one who knew my heart better than I did and reminded it to beat when I felt irreparably broken. He gave me more than I ever hope for, and that is a love most people will never understand. "Hey shrimp, you're not listening," Ashton whispered when he noticed I was scribbling something down on my notebook instead of payng attention to the teacher who was lecturing in front. I hushed him to stay quiet and continued scribbling down on the notebook. He watched me draw little stick people on the notebook when he decided to join me too. Our drawing turned into a game. I scratched a paper and fold it, the other side is his territory and the other side is mine. We drew little stick people and the way of the game is; you fold the paper and draw a circle on the other side and if the circle hits a stick perso

Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret... a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance or normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous. There are times when I want nothing more than to look you in the eyes, because it's when we're looking at each other in silence that we end up saying most. As I scroll down through my phone watching clips, Ashton suddenly texted me, "What are you doing?" I didn't expect he'd text me or something because we haven't texted each other for many years. And our conversations before on the text was him confessing to me over and over while I kept asking him why he would want someone like me. He used to be the first to

You can't just remove hurt from your skin like it never happened. People are mobile tattoo machines and the marks hey leave on us are pretty easily seen like for example, maybe his fingerprints aren't really burned on my skin but I still don't feel clean whenever I think of him and maybe the heart he broke healed long ago but whenever I see him, it still aches and feels empty. I know my existence is temporary and so is his, but god, please as much as I love the starts, they don't last forever. I don't mind being temporary as long as it means I'm temporary with him. I would paint a hundred more stars in the sky if it meant he nevers burn out. We some how found each other and fit together with a ust neither of us had experienced before. People say opposites attract, but I knew it couldn't last long. Fire and ice could never last forever. Soon enough he burned out and I melted. It was bound to happen. BUt here we are again, like we were sent back a few months in ti