We all like a happy ending. It makes us feel good about the world. For example when you watch your team win the game, it’s a happy ending for you or if you see something that’s good, like two friends hanging out.. I dunno. Or how about when you see two people get together that you’ve been rooting for for a long time?
Do we really need that inspiration? I mean it’s a nice reminder to see that stuff, especially when we watch TV, or read books, or hear our friends’ stories. It gives you hope and a reason to believe that there is good out there I guess.
The one thing you need to keep in mind is that when you hear other people’s stories, that it’s not your story. You write your own story. It’s not set in stone. That’s not the way it is. Don’t let those things tell you that you can’t do something. It’s their story, not yours. So stop worrying about other people’s stories and how they affect you and just be original. Go out, never give up, and make your story happen.
All of your senses are heightened as his lips, soft and gentle, yet insistent and unrelenting, move in rhythm with yours. With each breath, each touch, you feel music all around you, as though your hearts and bodies are composing a symphony meant only for your ears and his. You know he can hear it too because his pulse is racing and his other arm finds its way around you, drawing you even closer than before, a feat you didn’t think possible.
In moments you’re feeling light-headed and you know you have to breathe but you don’t want to stop, not ever. You’ve never been kissed like that, like you’re the most desirable woman in the world. You aren’t sure if it’s just the way he kisses or if he really feels that way about you. You can’t imagine it’s possible already, but you have never felt so wanted and you’d only spent a few hours with this man. You can’t imagine what it would be like to be with him, to be the one who makes him smile, the one he comes home to.
You could know his favorite brand of soap, see his hair in the morning, guess which films he would prefer to see, and order his favorite Chinese take-away.
A smile escapes onto his lips, and he sends it to her, locking his gaze with hers for an instant. The fact that she is there, still beside him, makes him happy. Really, honestly, indisputably happy. This thing that has happened so fast makes his heart pound and his throat close when she’d around. He had all but abandoned the hope of ever feeling this way, and here it is—here she is.
You know the way it looks when the sky is dark just before it rains? The way colors are different than they are in the sun—pink flowers glow, the green grass is fluorescent, despite the dull, grey sky. There’s something … otherworldly about the air, too. Like I don’t really belong right there, right then.
Sometimes I think she stands out like that. Not that she wears bright clothing or glows, at least not in the literal sense. It’s when I’m not looking at her that I notice it most, when she’s just out of my direct sight. My peripheral vision picks up this … aura. All right, you could call it a glow. But it isn’t something you can see so much as sense. And it isn’t something you can figure out easily. It takes time and patience, and I honestly don’t think anyone ever bothered before.
Raindrops on Roses
(D/Hr HP Fanfic)
The kind of girl who means everything to you and makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her. The kind of girl who keeps you up at night, just thinking about her beautiful smile, and when you finally fall asleep, she’s all you dream about. I hope she’s the first thing to cross your mind when you wake up in the morning. I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand, yet you know it`s for the better. I hope she’s the kind of girl you would die for. The kind of girl who could make you cry, even though you’d never admit it. The kind of girl who makes you want to go out and do something special, something that means everything to the both of you. The kind of girl you can have silly fights with, then kiss and make up and hold her in your arms like you`re falling in love all over again. I hope you make memories with her you never forget. I hope she’s your world, and what you have with her is nothing less than perfection.
And I hope that one day, you lose her.
I hope you mess up and as hard as you try to keep her there with you, she slips through the cracks of your broken heart. I hope it destroys you, because you realize you’ve lost the person you once called your everything. I hope you see every moment you spent together spin away down the drain like it was waiting to happen. I hope you stay up at night because she’s on your mind and when you fall asleep, she haunts your dreams. I hope her beautiful smile stays pressed in your mind like a scar that won`t fade away. I hope you realize that you’re a new person because of her, I hope your new self feels incomplete without her and you miss the old you. The one that was okay with being alone, because you’d rather be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken.