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Fall For You
0 ReviewsThis is OUR story. Life, love, and death.
We lived in a normal house, on a normal street, in a normal neighborhood. People had block parties where it seemed everyone within a five mile radius would come, and swarm for the food. Kids played on their bikes, with their dolls, with their friends, even some with parents. Our lives on the other hand, were far from normal. First I should explain we…
We were the kids on the block who were not popular, who didn’t own old ragged cloths and didn’t play in mud. We were the kids afraid to get their cloths dirty afraid of ruining non-play cloths. We owned none. Afraid to make our parents mad we stayed inside and watch television and played video games, talked and drew pictures, played with our dog and each other then cuddled and went to bed. We didn’t have a happy childhood but not a bad one either. Though we will not get into that here, no, this is about our teenage years, trauma, and drama all rolled into one. When we entered middle school, we did not do it together. We each lived in a different country…you see, we were seperated at age 9 dad took my brother and mom took me. Dad went to Germany mom stayed in the united states. I slowly forgot who Dylan was, but I knew that I loved him, slowly I forgot why. Love without meaning, result of what was known as our lives.
We were the kids on the block who were not popular, who didn’t own old ragged cloths and didn’t play in mud. We were the kids afraid to get their cloths dirty afraid of ruining non-play cloths. We owned none. Afraid to make our parents mad we stayed inside and watch television and played video games, talked and drew pictures, played with our dog and each other then cuddled and went to bed. We didn’t have a happy childhood but not a bad one either. Though we will not get into that here, no, this is about our teenage years, trauma, and drama all rolled into one. When we entered middle school, we did not do it together. We each lived in a different country…you see, we were seperated at age 9 dad took my brother and mom took me. Dad went to Germany mom stayed in the united states. I slowly forgot who Dylan was, but I knew that I loved him, slowly I forgot why. Love without meaning, result of what was known as our lives.
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