Creative Writing: The Day That Changed My Life

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*** June 24, 2009. The day it all started. I was told to meet James by the woods. So, I wore a black skater dress hiding my thighs, thinking it was a second date or something. We have been together for about a year. I felt his green eyes looking at me, as I nervously played with my hands. My legs started to shake faster and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The silence between us started to overpower. I tried to lean in for a kiss, but he slowly drifted away. I could hear my heart shatter into a million pieces. Somehow, I knew that it was the day that would change my life forever. He started to mutter out the words, “um…Laura… there’s…something I want to tell you.” “What is it? I love you so much. Please don’t ever leave me,” I said…show more content…
The carousel continues to spin until it comes to a complete stop; there is complete darkness. I see an utterly beautiful vision. A vision that would hit you in the feels. It is more fragile than the doll that sits on my dressing table. The man of my dreams. He seems almost as lost as me. With his cute little smirk, chocolate brown hair and dark blue eyes, I immediately fall in love. His eyes give me a sense of relief from all these thoughts that drift upon my head. I never craved anything this precious in my whole life. He says those three powerful, yet unexpected words; “You are…show more content…
I don’t know why, but I feel so exhilarated. It’s as if someone poked invisible holes in my skin, unleashing all the apprehension. At this point, I was able to do anything. Anything, you tell me. “Can you please water the flowers in the garden.” “Sure.” I walk towards the balcony feeling the newly damp air sinking, bringing a flimsy awareness of my skin. I scream my heart out with relief. I hear a response from someone standing 30 feet away from me. “Hey,” the individual said. I immediately recognize that deep voice with authority. It was the eyes; they were unexplainably unique. They were a mix of blue and green, with a little bit of grey. He blinked with such beauty covered by the shield of his eyelashes. By the time his eyes open again, I still don’t seem to recover from his intense stare. The stare that expressed tenderness and his desire for me to stay. I can not forget these glaring eyes whose light never fades even in the darkness. His eyes are inanimate, helpless and weakened. I turn around, and I stand there with perplexity. “New neighbor?” I asked with disorientation. “Yes. I cannot help but stand your beauty. You are beautiful,” he said with

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