Descriptive Essay About Love

Descriptive Essay About Love
I have dreamed a thousand times if the day I finally have you, to feel your lips against mine, to
take in your scent, to be yours. I know at first I won't be able to say much, for you see, I am not
very good at communicating with words. I am two different women. The one that lives in normal
life and follows to norms of society. Then there is the wild creГ¤ture that lives in me. she is my
desires, my lust, as she is wild words are not always her form of communication, instead she uses
the actions of her body. You beautiful stranger, with your dark eyes, have awoken that creГ¤ture.
She is yearning for you, and on this day when we finally meet, she will be set free. The moment
you walk into the room we make eye contact, you recognize the fire in my eyes. The burning
desire to be yours at last. I gesture for you to come closer and before we can say anything I'm
kissing you long and hard. I want to memorize your body with my lips, fix in my mind the way
your hands feel all over my body as I tremble with desire for you to penetrate me. I beg you to not
rush this, make it last, let's savor this moment. I want our bodies to complement each other's
moves like a dance. I begin to sway my hips on top of you, set the rhythm, slow and sensual. You
order me to look at you in the eye and enjoy every second like it will be our last. You gently push
me down and I know exactly what you want. I begin kissing your hard cock, wrapping my lips
gently around it and slide it down into my throat. I
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I'm Angelique, 15 years old, filipina. Everyone knows that about me and then they make their
single story about me. I'm a shy girl to some and really weird and outgoing to others. No one
really knows what I'm like or who I truly am. In this essay I will be revealing myself to all of you,
whoever you are. The interest I have at the moment are I've actually liked for years. The first on
my list is the number 2. This one may not seem like a big one but it is to me. The reason behind
this is that I'm always second. I'm always picked second. I'm the middle child, which makes me
the second sister. And to top it all off I was born on February 22, 2002. The second month on the
twenty second day of the second year in the 2000s. The second on the list of the things I like is
Disney. Growing up I was exposed to the magical world of Disney. I was taught lessons from Lilo
and Stitch and Alice in Wonderland. Peter Pan brought me on adventures to neverland making
me never want to grow up. Sadly that was 10 years ago and here I am now. I still believe in all
these places because if I didn't I wouldn't be a very imaginative person. The person I am would be
extremely bland and boring. Speaking of bland and boring let's move onto the wonderful colour of
yellow. The colour yellow is such a warm and bright colour. It reminds me of the happy times that I
had and a lot of other things aswell. For example it's the colour of my Hogwarts house, Hufflepuff,
the colour of my favourite flower, and

It was so late by the time I got home from the game and I was so tired, but I couldn't stop thinking
about what had happened at school. Instead of James just telling me how he felt before he
decided it'd be a better idea to "date" one of my best friends to make me jealous, ask me out while
i'm still under the impression he is dating my best friend, just to find out hes moving and he
wasn't even the one to tell me. How am I supposed to sleep with that playing in my head. Before I
knew it, it was morning. I felt so drained I didn't even bother going to school. I don't think I could
face any of them right now especially since I feel so drained. Finally, around noon, I fell asleep
after my dad came to check on me and I told him I wasn't going today. I woke up around six and
decided that maybe it'd be best that I just go to James's house and confront him instead of waiting
for school tomorrow and having to deal with everyone else too. "Where are you going?" my dad
asks me as I come through the living room almost to the front door. "I have to go to James's house
to talk to him." "It's looking ruff outside like It's fixing to rain, can it not wait until tomorrow?"
"No it can't" "At least let me take you or something in case it starts to come down on you." "No it's
fine I need the walk anyway to think." "Okay just try to make it quick and if it gets bad while you're
there then don't leave, call me and I'll come get you." "Okay okay. I'll be back soon." I went out the

It's a cold October evening, the sun low in the sky, the moon rising the east. I sit on the edge of
some railroad tracks, dilapidated wood struts creaking under the weight of rusty metal beams and
abandoned train cars. There's the sound of a languid stream 20 or 30 feet below me, running
perpendicular to the tracks. I look to my left, down the tracks and into the distance, remembering the
many days and nights spent here with her. We'd look to thesky at night and talk about the stars, or
sit in the shadow of the cars on hot summer days. All that remained of those golden memories was
the eerie sound of emptiness, a brash juxtaposition against the happy days gone by. She and I were
so close, a friendship forged in the fires of adolescence...show more content...
There's excitement, but also uncertainty. There's the overwhelming desire to get the show on the
road, but also trepidation building in your gut. In life, we always feel contradicting emotions or
desires, pushes and pulls and ebbs and flows that we can't live with and we can't live without. I
walked through those hallowed halls at Amelia Middle School half a decade ago uncertain but
excited, alert but fatigued by the gravity of the day. I didn't make any friends or get on anyone's
good side, but I did fall in love. There was this gorgeous girl, blonde hair and hazel eyes with a
crooked nose and a mouth full of metal that would gleam when she smiled. She approached me
without reason and introduced herself to me. I was in considerably less shape back then, with
ripped jeans and a Call of Duty hoodie and wavy hair that was much too long, but I suppose I was
inviting to this girl. She and I quickly became inseparable, but separated we were upon my
expulsion and relocation from Amelia halfway through the school year. The transition from
elementary to middle school was a rough transition for me, considering my brother had recently
become addicted to drugs and dropped out, and my mom still worked two jobs to make ends meet.
My dad usually left for work before I woke up and got home after I'd fallen asleep, so I only had my
coke sniffing, womanizing brother to look up to and

Looking down at me you say, "Your pussy so tight" thrusting forward my titties bounce it feels so
good. We hold each other and kiss and you slowly fuck me into bliss... * * * * * * * As we slowly
approached our destination as the sky was getting dark, I can see the clouds coming together and
it looked like a chance for rain. It was a warm summer night the kind with a slight breeze and just
perfect for being outside. I was wearing my little shorts and my top that seems to never cover
anything and you were dressed in your jeans, black baseball hat and one of those shirts with the
color that could land an airplane with broad shoulders to match. I couldn't stop looking your way
and smiling. You're also smiling back at me, oh how I love that smile. We both knew why we came
here and we both knew that it was going to be great. Both of us were still sitting in the truck I
scooted over into the middle of the bench and put my head on your shoulder it was nice. I laid my
hand on your leg and then I decided to kneel up on my knees, with my elbow on the back and look
straight into your eyes. Eyes which surprisingly were trying not to look away from my gaze. You
smiled as you were talking because you were nervous, I leaned over to the side of your face and I
rubbed my nose on your ear and slowly kiss down your neck taking my hand and putting it on the
side of your face and pull your face towards mine and kiss your sweet lips ever so gently. I kiss
down the sides of your face down into

Thank You, Emmeline
One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a
beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal–black smoke came out of
the three enormous, grey, cylinder–shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air.
The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of
the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke.
I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the
horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark
white clouds, pouring...show more content...
She encourages us when we are at the point of giving up. She stands up for rights and leads most
of our protests. Emmeline never shows that she is afraid, rather she shows bravery and strength. I
admire her leadership and her strong, passionate personality. "My," a familiar voice spoke behind
me, "the sky is quite beautiful today, Katherine." I turned to my left to see one of my dearest friends,
Emmeline Pankhurst. She gazed up upon the shining sun. She wore a long, tattered black jacket
with a white turtleneck sweater and a long, brown velvet skirt. I, on the other hand, wore a long
grey dress and a warm, loose cardigan. "Yes, it sure is." There was a moment of a peaceful silence
as we both focused on the sky. "I believe we are quite close to Plymouth," Emmeline said breaking
my peaceful concentration on the sky. Her short, curly, darkbrown hair bounced with her head. "We
should be docking this ship in the next few hours." "Well, that is great news," I said relieved. "I
am tired of being on this boat." The two days I spent on this ship felt like two weeks to me. I get
seasick quite often. It has been pure misery on this ship with the constant headaches and the
queasiness. "Yep," Emmeline replied with a loud voice. "Hope Plymouth will be better. Maybe
people might listen to our protests." Her face gleamed with hope. "Yeah," I sighed with doubt. I
leaned against the railing of the boat and gazed down at

5.
The first time we kissed was after we had had sex. I knew we were lying on freshly washed white
cotton sheets and that we were in your bedroom, but I couldn't see anything aside from your hands.
My mom always told me that hands always tell you more than eyes or mouths ever can. Your hands
were smooth, and besides writing down exams they had never seen the hardship that mine had. There
were no callouses, and the skin around your palm was soft and cushiony. Mumbling along to a song
playing in the background, I remember tracing words onto your skin, then giggling as you tried to
figure out what I had written.
"Loser?!" You had exclaimed, quickly realizing what I had written this time. Burying my face into
a pillow to stop myself from laughing, you chuckled and nudged me gently with your elbow. You
pulled me up and drew me close enough to see the outline of the lines surrounding your cheeks. 18
years of memories, crying, shouting and talking etched into your face and for a sweet second we
both thought we were just kids.
We weren't talking about what we were going to do the next day. We weren't acknowledging the
overflowing duffel bag that sat underneath your bed. In that second, we were the exact opposite of
who we were going to be, and instead, seemed to be grasping onto who we could have been. Two
kids sitting in a bed, drunk on aged rum and hushing each–other's voices for fear that my parents
would discover us.
You kissed me for the first and last time that night. I

It was a warm summer day. I was on my way to visit my best friend in South Florida. I had planned
on stopping in my old town of Flowery Branch, Georgia and take my ex–girlfriend Courtney and her
family to dinner. I haven't seen Courtney in almost five years but we have talked everyday. This was
a girl whom I had seen myself growing old with and her the same. We dated for 2 years before I
moved a couple states away. I had feared one day our love would fade but life made it clear that
despite our time apart the love only grew.
I pull up to their home and ring the door–bell. I was so anxious to see her beautiful face and
amazing figure I could barely contain myself. The door slides open and there she is, more beauty
than I had ever seen on any women, with lips full of life and eyes that could cut diamonds. We
locked eyes and I stood frozen for I had no words. She is truly stunning.
"Oh my god! You're here!" she says with a smile that seemed to turn the night to day before leaping
into my arms.
After a long warm hug, the kind I missed and mourned over for so many years, her parents came
into frame. They both loved me. Infact from what I've heard and have observed I am the only boy
in Courtney's life they approved of.
"Shall we?" Mrs. Bailey says with a smile. It is clear where she gets her beauty from.
"We shall" I respond walking to my car. They climb in and we're off.
I stop at a gas station up the street for a pack of cigarettes and some gas. After all is set and done

It was dark and cold. We were laying outside on a blanket, looking at the stars naming the
constellations. We had a blanket under and over us as if we were peanut butter and jelly between
two pieces of bread. We were laying in a field of roses and tulips. A mixture of our favorite flowers. I
look over to him to see him staring back at me. " This is beautiful." I say once are eyes have been
locked for a few minutes. "Your not even looking at the stars." He replies "Why would I look at
them when I can look at you." He blushes and turns his eyes back to the stars. I look at him a little
longer then I turn my gaze back to the stars. "Garrett, what are we going to do?" He says. Letting
his words take up the void known as the night sky. "I don't know, but whatever we do we're going
to do it together." He grabs onto my hand and squeezes it tight. I look at him again as he turns his
gaze back to me. I look into his beautiful clover green eyes and start to remember my past. We lay
there for hours, fighting over who is more beautiful and who loves whom more, but at the end we
look one more time into each other's eyes and fear for what the next day will bring. Then we close
our eyes and sleep. I dream. Yes I dream about our past. We met when I was a freshman in
highschool. He was a sophomore. We only had one class together, because of me taking Algebra 1
in middle school I was sent straight to Algebra 2. I walked in the first day and didn't know where to
sit. for all my friends where

Descriptive Essay About My First Love
It was early in September, still warm out but autumn was just around the corner. Today was an
exciting day, because tonight would be an exciting night. Tonight would finally be the night. I was
ready... right?
My tall, soccer player boyfriend laid on his bed in his dimly lit room. The room resembled that of a
12 year old – stuffy, unkempt and lacking any sense of maturity. Why clean a room that mom was
still there to clean, I figured he thought.
I was 16, only days away from turning 17, but when I told this story later on I would say, "I was only
16." He was 17. His walls lined with Manchester United posters while dirty clothes covered most of
his old wooden floor. His room somehow managed to smell both like dirty laundry, and a freshly
showered...show more content...
That exhilarating word flashed through my head. Sex. My life was about to change forever. This
was my first relationship. My first love. My first time. He had been in another long–term relationship
before dating me. He was... experienced, and he made that abundantly clear.
Slowly but surely our lips met and the night accelerated in a matter of seconds. Kissing turned to
caressing, caressing turned to a different kind of touching, a more intimate kind. Fingers crawling
around in places they'd never been before. Was this supposed to feel good? I remember wondering.
But I didn't want him to see me wondering. He was the experienced one, this should be feeling
good, I should show him how good this feels.
You think your first time is going to be magical– an orgasm like fireworks on the Fourth of July. No
one tells you that so many thoughts cross your mind at once; it's nearly impossible to understand
what's happening. When you're young you think Prince Charming is going to whisk you away to his
castle with the promise of deflowering you in the most affectionate way. You think your mind will
be filled with love and tenderness. But instead your mind trails off – is it in? Should I know? Should
he know? How do I know when it's

Do you know what love is?Have you ever experienced a great thing called love? So many words
simply can't explain how love really affects you. I know you may think that love is a glorious
thing, and everything good may come out of it. But i can assure you that the glorious thing called
love doesn't last forever. Or at least it never did for me.
When your in love, the world is such a better place. you don't see all the bad things going on
around you, you only see the good. I only seen the good.you are blindsided by such a powerful
thing called love.its like everything around you is all pretty and pink.my life was in slow mode
and i was enjoying what i can say was the best days of my short but amazing life.
look outside, the beautiful sun....show more content...
Not many people believe in love at first sight. My experience with love was magical, or was it the
worst mistake i have taken so far? at this point in my life i can't even answer that question. both
answers have positive and negative things. have you ever had to choose weather or not love was
extraordinary for you, or possibly one of the worst mistakes you could've made?
Seeing you leave, or watching you walk away. Never anything i could ever get used to. I want you
to stay so badly. In my arms you never were. But in my dreams you always appeared. Although I get
to dream about you. Nothing ever comes true, it's all just imaginary.
You don't love me like you do in my dreams. You don't hold me like you do in my dreams. You
aren't and never will be the person in my dreams. It may seem like I wanted him to be like that,
but i don't. I love well i thought i loved him for who he was. Nothing ever could make him any
better than he already was. Well, now days i could pick a few things out, but anyone could pick
anything out about anyone.
Young was yelling at me. To young for this. Nothing ever could stop me from loving the way i
loved him. I was young, but he was younger. He couldn't love and i couldn't either. I didn't want to.
But when you find your one, the one who helps you find your spark. Nothing can hold you back
from loving them unconditionally. "My person" had been found. Nothing ever could tear us apart
anymore.
Well nothing could until

A seemingly endless stretch of road takes me to where I am needed. The call that changes
everything happened only moments ago and my heart has not ceased trying to pound its way out
of my chest. The deep, dark abyss engulfs me as I speed past the barren land. The fear of missing
this important moment overpowers the fear of hitting the crushing mass of a deer, so I press
down on the gas pedal harder. Desperation causing all other worries and thoughts to fly out the
window. I needed to be there the minute I got the call, but the 55 miles in between my destination
and I laughs at my attempt to reach my destination in a timely manner and stretches on with no
end in sight. Time is not my friend tonight. I feel the need to push the beast of a car as fast as it
can possibly go bubbling up inside me, and I have to restrain myself with all my might. I am
fighting a losing battle, I know, but still I try, knowing that I want to be there for this once in a
lifetime moment. I had been waiting for this night for months, and now that it's finally here, I am in
the middle of nowhere trying my hardest to get to where I need to be but not seeming to be getting
anywhere.
Finally reaching the first stop in my journey, I swing the car into the driveway. The duplex stands
before me with lights blazing and lighting up the whole neighborhood. The tense atmosphere of the
house threatens to suffocate me the moment I open the door. When I walk through the threshold, a
playpen in the middle of the

The light shined through the thin hotel blinds to wake up the newly wedded couple on their
romantic honeymoon. The beautiful tropical sky was cloudless with a never ending blue skyline.
The turquoise water went on for miles in the horizon. As Mike open the blinds the glistening sun
had blinded him. His beautiful wife laying in their king size been with the covers covering her
scandalous body. Her blue eyes slowly opened as she gazed at Mike. The glimmer in her eyes
made it clear that he was her true love. The night before was fulfilled with a passionate intimacy
that would make a dream come true. With Mike staring at the pool filled with little kids he noticed
a father and son swimming in the pool. The father was teaching his son how to swim for the first
time. The son was about 6 or 7. Struggling to stay afloat the dad was right by his side making sure
he wouldn't drown. Mike just kept thinking about how amazing that was. To have someone of his
own.
"Babe, you ready to go to breakfast?"
His wife said as she brushed her teeth.
"Sure honey" he quickly responded as he came behind her and kissed the top of her head. He put on
a bathing suit and a t–shirt so that right after breakfast he could go to the beach. At breakfast he was
amazed with all the options that were available. The delicious foods overloaded his brain and had
no idea what to get. Looking carefully and closely at his options he decided what to get. French
Toast. His favorite. As he carefully selected his

I stepped out of the cool, air conditioned movie theatre and into the muggy heat of summer. My
face ws so red it practically matched the heat outside. I had just had my first kiss at 18. The kiss
that girls both dread and dream about at the same time. Waiting to be 18 till having your first kiss
seems like a long time, but I always believed I wouldn't even have anything remotely romantic
happen to me in high school, so 18 is fine with me. I had never had a crush on a guy or even
entertained the idea the one would like me. I would often hear sermons about how some people
are not meant to get married and live a life of solitude. I prayed to God every night that I was not
one of those people. No matter how aloof and uninterested I seemed on the outside about
romance, on the inside I LOVED it. I would read every romance novel and watch every romantic
movie or show I could get my hands on. I lusted after being the female lead; to find my person was
my dream. I looked up at Mike, the boy I had just kissed, and immediately looked back down to
fiddle with my jacket instead. I was too nervous, ecstatic, and confused all at the same time. I
wanted to call my best friend and scream about it on the phone for hours. Until I heard four little
words, "We need to talk." Those four words meant something was wrong and suddenly I wished I
could bury my head in the ground like an ostrich and disappear. "Look at me." He pleaded. I
refused to look up, looking up meant defeat and facing

The Merriam–Webster dictionary defines the word love as, "a feeling of strong or constant affection
for someone." I personally define love as an unconditional feeling and a feeling of absolute bliss.
The five qualities that I believe are the most important in love include dependability, honesty,
selflessness, loyalty, and empathy. Most everyone needs someone that willlove them
unconditionally to help guide them when they are at a low and support them when they are at
their high; for me, that person is my best friend and boyfriend, Ean Isaiah Thomsen. Before my
sophomore year of high school, Ean Thomsen was not necessarily a person that I was fond of.
When we were in our freshmen year, Ean was an immature, obnoxious person, always trying to
get attention. On August 29, 2015, I remember feeling my phone buzz in my denim shorts pocket
and receiving a text message from Ean Thomsen saying, "Happy Birthday Kena!" From there, we
started having random conversations over text and throughout the school days, making me realize
that he had matured exponentially over the summer. We began to date on September 29, 2017,
and I still remember observing the surprised faces of people when the news had spread; we are
currently still together. Ean Thomsen has light brown, silky hair that falls perfectly on his forehead,
not shaggy like a dog, but not extremely short either. His deep, dark chocolate brown eyes could
easily mesmerize you and he has eyelashes that any girl would envy to have.

My eyes were filled with tears. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. I laid a bundle of
flowers down at the bed of my one true love. I silently cried as I traced the letters engraved into
the cool stone. Why did I let this happen? I was so excited! It's been years since I've seen my
beautiful flower. And by beautiful flower, I mean my oldest and dearest friend, (y/n). She was by
far the most amazing mobian I've ever met. (Y/n) was shy and got embarrassed easily so her face
was almost always lightly dusted with pink. It was adorable really Today I am traveling back to
(h/t) to see her. I pulled my suitcase through the airport. Being in the army, for me, meant I didn't
have to pack much. I went on missions quite often so I didn't really have time to mess around or
write letters. But every day that is open, I call (y/n). Hearing her sweet voice always lightened my
mood and encouraged me to go on. Sometimes she cries and I know she's lonely, but I tell her that
I'd be with her no matter what. As soon as my missions came to an end I called her. She was so
excited when she heard that I was coming home. I smiled as I sat down on one of the waiting chairs.
I couldn't wait to have her in my arms again. Just then the intercom interrupted my daydream.
"Attention all mobians; the (h/t) flight has been cancelled due to a plane crashing into the runway."
Cancelled?! I panicked, this couldn't be happening! (Y/n) was counting on me! I took out my phone
and tried to call her but the

The Contract
It was a dark and gloomy day with moisture in the air. The wind was hallowing through the
afternoon, while the rain poured down and sounded like a storm in the ocean. This was the worst
possible thing that I expected when I got married, what else would go wrong? Wait, I forgot I was
marrying someone I didn't love. This was however by choice though. I didn't want to deal with her
and her crazy plans so I gave up on my kingdom and composed a plan to make us both happy it
would affect my life greatly though. This all started when I turned thirteen.
When I was thirteen my parents threw me the second–best party of my life, they invited everyone in
the kingdom. They said "son, today will be the beginning of a journey called life." I was so
confused. Then about five minutes after my party started, I realized what they were talking
about. I met a girl who caused my life to change. Well it wasn't really her it was her sister who
changed my life but that's past the point. She was beautiful she had strawberry blond hair, with
gorgeous blue eyes, she was wearing an elegant red velvet dress that complimented her fair skin tone
perfectly. Her only flaw was the fear in her eyes, I noticed it right away. I was told to pick a partner
for the first dance and of course I picked her. I approached her the in the manliest way possible, but
I was so in awe I tripped over my untied shoe laces, I hated my inability to notice things.
She immediately noticed my ungrateful fall and

Lying in his bed, secure in his arms I remember feeling like the words were literally at the tip of my
tongue just waiting to pour out. "I love you", I said, turning my body to face him. Nose to nose. "I
love you too," he said back.
On the plane home after our visit, preparing for take off, I learned what it meant to have butterflies
in my stomach as I read his "Have a safe flight, I love you" text. Thinking about it now after
everything I can still feel them.
Soon we started texting compulsively and video chatted whenever we had our dorm rooms to
ourselves. I felt like everything was happening for me, like things were falling in place. Starry eyed
and smitten, I finally got it, this is what loving someone was.
It was a few weeks...show more content...
He believed, deeply, that he could only be happy when he was with me. This sadness, he'd
explain, was just a deep longing to be with me, a yearning, a need. However, as our relationship
progressed there was a shift. He was no longer just sad when we said goodbye and when we'd
have to go long periods of time without out seeing each other. While we were apart he was
dysfunctional and he spent most of the time we were together in fear of when we would have to
separate. Soon he became convinced I was going to break up with him and despite everything I said
to oppose that, he let it take over.
For a while I really did feel like I could handle this on my own, loving someone, I believed, meant
that you should. But as he became as shell of himself in front of my eyes I began to urge him to
get help. I knew we couldn't stay together when it became abundantly clear that as long as he had
me to rely on he would never get it.
Today, we are no longer together and he is doing exceptionally well. Who is too say if he could
have gotten better had he gotten proper help while we were together, but I am certain that without a
push he would not have done it.
It wasn't until after we broke up and I began to speak to people about how difficult the end of our
relationship had been that it occurred to me that these problems were mine to share. That I too was
entitled to, even in need of, support. Loving someone who is struggling

It's amazing how when you love something or someone you know automatically. You see it for the
first time and your heart feels full. When you truly fall in love with something you feel the urge to
do anything to be with it all the time. When most people talk about love, they talk about a person, I
talk about my city, Washington D.C. When I first visited D.C. I was a freshman in highschool and I
instantly fell in love with the city. Something about it drew to me, from growing up in a small town
to this big glamorous city that drew you in with it's glory and significance like a moth drawn to a
light. The minute I graduated high school I was moving there and living my life there with or
without anyone's support.
...
I ran around the track...show more content...
The nurse told me, "Honey, we are twenty minutes away from the hospital, you're parents and
coach will meet us there just try to relax." We passed by a bus identical to the one I traveled in
when I first went to D.C. This reminded me of the first time I met Adley, and my mind drifted back
to that time so long ago.
"Hey my name's Adley what's yours?" asked the guy in the seat across the aisle from me.
"My name is Bailey"
"That's a really pretty name, what county are you from?"
"Me and my best friend Tia, who is asleep in the seat next to me are from Henry County. What
about you, where are you from?"
"I'm from William's County and so is the guy in the seat behind me. Before I say anything else
though I have a really great smile, when I got on the bus I was having a really rough day and your
smile lifted my spirits."
That was first memory of my D.C. trip, I was on the bus, the guy talking to me was named Adley,
turned out to be the love of my life, although at the time I didn't know that. On the trip I made
many other close friends, who to this day I still communicate with, especially my six other best
friends from Ohio. The seven of us did everything together from squad photos,going to each others
prom and homecoming to driving four and half hours to a place we could all meet up. It wasn't
until this moment I realized Laynee was in the ambulance with me. "Bailey, I called all of the D.C.
group and they are all driving to

The sun's light rays shined down on the earth outside, growing warmer as it rose above in the sky.
Inside Layton's chambers, where it was dark and cool, he lay working himself to sleep, gorging
on the now free pouring life from the girl frail between his arms. He was starving by the time he
left Ava, but he didn't realize until now it wasn't for blood. He didn't understand what exactly as
he tightened his grip around the flesh, the need constricting his breathing and scorching through
his veins through to his heart, his eyes, where it all burned. Sadness had blanketed down around
Layton and Ava as he bent down towards her on the floor last night, a blanket so heavy that either
of them could have stood without each other's arms. He always imagined his arms wrapped
around Ava, so tight as her life poured into him, and the moment her arms had been wrapping
back, holding unto him, taking whatever life she could get from him, he had gone weak. It was
unsettling how painful a gentle touch could be... when you've only known sharpness for so long.
He picked her up and carried her down the hill beside the house, and the passageway to the small
beach, where he sat her next to a log in the rocky sand so that she could breathe in fresh air – where
he could attempt to breathe in air. He sat on the log near her. Not too close. When she looked up at
him, her eyes pulled him into some kind of void within himself, the intensity of them made him feel
as though, for a second, he was actually

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