apesofwrath said:
Its a funny story. I would have laughed if te had told me this story six months ago. So hard. If te would have told me I would start feeling sorry for that immature looking boy. If te would have told me I would start sitting with him at lunch. That I would start talking to him. If te would have told me I would actually enjoy talking to him. If te would have told me he was a loving dad. If te told me we would become Friends and that I would come to think of him as a brother. I would have laughed hard. But I would have laughed even harder if te told me I would start getting pangs of jealousy at the mention of his girlfriend. That those pangs happened più frequently. That I would smile whenever I saw him and got those colorful little things with wings when I thought of him (yes I would have giggled when te told me farfalle fluttering in stomach is an actual condition). I would have doubled over if te told me I had caught that four letter dreadful disease. That I fell into that gravely concrete bottom pit called love. I would have been rolling on the floor if te told me it would hurt so bad to see our friendship end. To miss him so much, to feel so much pain. My stomach would hurt so bad from all that laughing. Its such a funny story. So why am I crying?
Can this story really be nonfiction? Can the pictures in this storybook be real? The objects and places in the pictures and feelings in the words sure look like some memories I have. Its a short story but why do I feel like it hasnt ended, like it just drags on. I want it to be over. o could this just be a chapter in the story? Whatever it is I cant wait for the tears to stop falling o at least for them to be tears of laughter cause its a funny story right?
Its a funny story. I would have laughed if te had told me this story six months ago. So hard. If te would have told me I would start feeling sorry for that immature looking boy. If te would have told me I would start sitting with him at lunch. That I would start talking to him. If te would have told me I would actually enjoy talking to him. If te would have told me he was a loving dad. If te told me we would become Friends and that I would come to think of him as a brother. I would have laughed hard. But I would have laughed even harder if te told me I would start getting pangs of jealousy at the mention of his girlfriend. That those pangs happened più frequently. That I would smile whenever I saw him and got those colorful little things with wings when I thought of him (yes I would have giggled when te told me farfalle fluttering in stomach is an actual condition). I would have doubled over if te told me I had caught that four letter dreadful disease. That I fell into that gravely concrete bottom pit called love. I would have been rolling on the floor if te told me it would hurt so bad to see our friendship end. To miss him so much, to feel so much pain. My stomach would hurt so bad from all that laughing. Its such a funny story. So why am I crying?
Can this story really be nonfiction? Can the pictures in this storybook be real? The objects and places in the pictures and feelings in the words sure look like some memories I have. Its a short story but why do I feel like it hasnt ended, like it just drags on. I want it to be over. o could this just be a chapter in the story? Whatever it is I cant wait for the tears to stop falling o at least for them to be tears of laughter cause its a funny story right?
My fanpop family
So far away
Still so close
Having problems with my family
I always have my fanpop mom
She'll listen
All the time
I know I can count on her
Absolutely brilliant
Intelligent
Sweetness coming from her eyes
Let me hug te mom
Thank te for always being there for me
Far away also
Very close
Supporting each other
Scrivere stories together
She'll be there for me
All the time
I know I can count on her
Totally sweet
Funny
Beautiful are cuore and face
Let me hug te my fanpop sister
Thank te for always being there for me
Sharon & Lexi - Amore te lots!
xxx
te can always count on me too