Novel & Cerita Wish You Were Mine Songs

I went into the garden and when thinking couldn't help, I began humming that song that always managed to play at the back of my mind, It was a strange song and I couldn't remember where I heard it from, it has just always been in my head. The lyrics fell from my mouth before I could stop them. “I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo

Hate me, hate me, tell me how you hate me Tell me how I'm trash and you could easily replace me Tell me that I'm strung out, wasted on the daily Prolly 'cause there's no one around me numbin' all my pain Prolly 'cause there's no umbrella to shield me from all the rain Probably because you're the one playin' the mind games You hate me because I don't let you play no mind games They give me migraines and damage my brain Date me, break me, easily replace me Hopefully you see it clear, hopefully it's HD Bet you wonder why the last few months I've been spacey In your head, I sing And tell me how you hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'ra

Why couldn't my life be the way I wanted it to be for once? I searched my song list for anything pleasing to my ears. I ended playing That's me by Abba. The song was nice but it didn't fit what my ears wanted to hear at that time so I kept scrolling through the list. My thumb lingered over Be Real by Kid Ink featuring Dej Loaf. I itched to listen to it again but my thumb refused to obey. As much as I loved the song, listening to it would bring me heartache. It reminded me of a certain hypocrite in my life.

Each line, each note… it was as though he was singing to her very soul. I know you’re not mine, still you feel so true Like mornings are brighter just looking at you... (Chorus) You’re not mine… yet you feel like you are Like the wish I made upon a falling star You’re not mine… but you fit in my dreams Like a silent song flowing in my streams The final chords of the song still lingered in the air. Even the waves seemed to nod in quiet agreement with the feelings that hung between them. Rex set his guitar aside.

🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul🎶 🎶I know that you are something special To you, I'd be always faithful I want to be what you always needed Then I hope you'll see the heart in me🎶 🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul You're the one I want to chase You're the one I want to hold I won't let another minute go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul Your beautiful soul, yeah🎶 -- FREY

Looking very undecided. "Minho I still love Kristal" he informed me in a whisper as if sharing a secret known only to him "I don't know if I trust myself to stay here with her and not try to hold on to her again" His confession sent my head spinning and my heart feeling like someone had poked it with some sharp object.

While Esper attended college with Angela's help, they both want to have a double wedding when they get married. Angela applied for work from abroad to help pay for Esper's college and was successful. Their separations were painful, but Angela promised Esper that she would be home for all of her birthdays, and she kept her promise. Only when Esper died did it come to an end; she died because of a man. And that man should suffer as her sister did before she died. Angela's vision was clouded by tears streaming down her cheeks. "I have to go, Esper. Our enemy is waiting for me," she mumbled as she wiped her tears.

7 billion people, it was only him who could make my body feel pleasure, and at that time I was blind, feeling that pleasure again for the last time in my life. "I love you," saying he stared to left wet kisses on the core of my neck. I was quiet, his touch was making me feel out of the place. With his every kiss I was trying to make myself stop losing in front of him again. "STOP," I said and pushed him away from me. "So you do remember that was you helped me last time with this same dress then I'm sure you also remember that it was this same location with the same wedding ring, same makeup, same jewelry. Everything is as same as before, you remember it all, right?" I asked him coldly.

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.