It's all about himA Story by JenaAs I was sitting in the courtyard, I heard his voice. I looked around, but I was all alone. Then he said my name again. I looked up, and there he was. He was sitting on the tree, and didn't care about the world.
- Join me - he said. He offered his hand. - Don't worry so much, sweetheart. I wanted to reach for his hand. I wanted to say something, I wanted to say that I loved him. I couldn't speak. I started to climb up, but he was far away. Suddenly, I fell off. Then I woke up. He was nowhere. I realized, he's gone. It's been two months since he died. © 2011 Jena |
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Added on July 18, 2011Last Updated on July 18, 2011 AuthorJenaTata, HungaryAbout"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." Sorry for the grammar problems and the poor vocabulary. I'm Hungarian, English is only my 2nd language. more..Writing
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