Here is a start to a story I am writing called Evanescent. How do you think it should go? Open to suggestions.
Everything
was so blissfully happy. So beautifully
happy. Like a movie, those scenes filled
with light. We were in love. Never had
anyone felt this in love before. With
him, I could be myself. I never had to
pretend. He never needed anything from
me but my love. We finished each other’s
sentences. We finished each other’s sandwiches.
We completed each other. He was
smart, handsome, and funny. He did have
fault, but that just made him perfect.
It made him real, the realest person in my life. He would tell me stories to make me laugh and
cry. he knew me like no one had
before. I had never let anyone get this
close, yet somehow. with his charming smile, quick wit, and stubborn
personality, he dug a tunnel to my heart.
He made it beat again. He made
the laughter return to my eyes. He was
all the good in me. The light I thought
had left long ago. I was in love. We were in love, and everything was so
perfect. I have never been more afraid
in my life. I have never had so much to
lose.
(Oh and Evanescent means fleeting of vanishing....not talking about the band)
