I just wanted to take a little time to give a massive thank Du to all of Du who read, comment, and Liebe my stories. If it weren't for Du all who Liebe them so much, I wouldn't continue writing. I Liebe Schreiben and I Liebe that Du like my writing. Du don't know how much it means to me. Du all are the best Fans ever and I Liebe Du all so much for your support. Keep making me smile! With Love, Alexis.
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She put her hands on the side of my face to hold me. My herz was beating out of my chest, my pulse taunting me in my ears. I thought my lungs were going to collapse. The stood on her toes and turned her head then kissed me....on my cheek.
Not what I was expecting.
What ever she had on the stove boiled over a sizzled against the stove top's heat. "Shoot." she muttered and spun around in my arms.
I could feel my herz hit the pit of my stomach and relization hit me. No, of course she wasn't going to KISS me. I just needed to get my head straight. Yes, we have a daughter together and yes, we live under the same roof, but none of that ment she loved me Mehr than the father of her child. I bit my tongue and swallowed the lump in my throat, turning on my heels.
"Edward?" Bella's voice sag behind me.
I turned around and met her eyes, full of concern. "Are Du okay?" Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Fine." I rasped out. I walked back up to my room and grabbed clothes out of my dresser. A dusche was the only thing that was going to calm me right now. My throat hurt terribly as I held back my tears. I know...sappy right? I held my self up against the dresser and steadied my breath. This was going to be much harder than I thought.
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SOOOO...what do Du think??? Like where this is going???
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She put her hands on the side of my face to hold me. My herz was beating out of my chest, my pulse taunting me in my ears. I thought my lungs were going to collapse. The stood on her toes and turned her head then kissed me....on my cheek.
Not what I was expecting.
What ever she had on the stove boiled over a sizzled against the stove top's heat. "Shoot." she muttered and spun around in my arms.
I could feel my herz hit the pit of my stomach and relization hit me. No, of course she wasn't going to KISS me. I just needed to get my head straight. Yes, we have a daughter together and yes, we live under the same roof, but none of that ment she loved me Mehr than the father of her child. I bit my tongue and swallowed the lump in my throat, turning on my heels.
"Edward?" Bella's voice sag behind me.
I turned around and met her eyes, full of concern. "Are Du okay?" Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Fine." I rasped out. I walked back up to my room and grabbed clothes out of my dresser. A dusche was the only thing that was going to calm me right now. My throat hurt terribly as I held back my tears. I know...sappy right? I held my self up against the dresser and steadied my breath. This was going to be much harder than I thought.
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SOOOO...what do Du think??? Like where this is going???
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our Antwort were things like astronaut, president, oder in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, oder in my case, Gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in Liebe - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as Du can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, oder in my case, Gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in Liebe - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as Du can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."