I love you...

She was sitting there...erasing word after word...not knowing what to tell him. What do you say to a guy that doesn't know you're alive? She asked herself...and it wasn't just that night. It was every night. Every night she would ask herself what to tell him. But she could never answer that question.
One night she thinking what to write him when it happened. She suddenly felt dizzy. She wasn't expecting it to happen so fast so with the last power she could gather she wrote what she tried to write him for more than two years now.


It felt like a usual spring morning. The sun was silently making his way on the sky, the birds were singing their lullaby even though it was morning. The family just moved in in his home town. He was cleaning up in the room when he found it. An old box. He thought Should I open it or not?  Deciding it was for the best to see what it was in there he opened the tiny metal box. Inside there were pictures of a girl. He couldn't believe his eyes. He knew that girl. He had been crazy about that girl for years. He still remembered her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled every time she was happy. And he could still remember that horrible autumn night. He was coming back from soccer practice when he heard it. The ambulance. He ran after it, trying to see what happened. He found himself staring at a two story house, it's door wide open the paramedics coming trough the door. He saw it all happen. Her body lying there, in a black bag, her mother screaming to the doctors to do something.
A bang brought him back from his thoughts. He looked further into the box and found some pieces of paper. Most of them were blank but one caught his eye:

I love you

with a stain of dried blood on it.
-Deni

I'm back!

In sfarsit a venit caldura!Si oricat de mult mi-ar placea sa stau toata ziua afara nu pot din cauza teancului de teme care ma asteapta.Oricum mi-am propus sa postez cel putin o data pe saptamana(Daca nu ma tin de cuvant shame on me...).Si pentru ca nu am mai postat de mult o sa incerc sa fac o postare mai lung.O sa incerc...so enjoy!


El o privea in ochi in timp ce vorbea,ii spunea totul,cu mare regret.Lacrimile si-au facut loc in ochii si pe obrajii ei si acum curgeau siroaie.De ce trebuia sa faca asta?Sa plece acum,cand ii e lumea mai draga?Asta era cruzime din partea lui si ea nu avea sa-l ierte.A sovait un moment,dupa care s-a intors brusc pe calcaie incercand sa para calma.Voia sa plece,sa il paraseasca inainte sa o faca el.Dar ceva o tinea in lo.In capul ei era o voce care ii zicea sa stea sa lupte.Dar pentru cine sa lupte?Pentru cineva care a parasit-o?In nici un caz.
Din cer a inceput sa cada stropi reci.Ea parca astepta ceva,o miscare din partea lui sau o vorba.Sovaise prea mult,decizia fusese luata.Daca el nu o opreste,inseamna ca nu o iubeste.
Cineva i-a prins incheietura,tinand-o in loc.Nu s-a impotrivit si s-a intors privindu-l in ochi,plangea.Ea si-a tras mana usor,pentru a savura ultima lor atingere care parea mai electrizanta decat prima.Apoi a fugit.A fugit cat a putut de tare,cat de mult au tinut-o plamanii.Avea hainele imbibate cu apa si inima cu durere.Nu stia unde se afla si nici ca o interesa.
S-a asezat pe o baca intre doi copaci si a plans.A stat si a pland ore intregi dar in cele din urma s-a resemnat.Primul minut de resemnare s-a transformat intr-o ora si ora in zi si ziua in luna si luna in an.
Si-a continuat viata care a fost darnica cu ea.Acum era fericita si nu ii mai pasa de ce se intamplase,incerca sa uite.Dar stia ca de ce ti-e cel mai frica de aia nu scapi.Cel mai frica ii era ca el o sa se intoarca,si asta s-a intamplat.
A incercat sa o atinga si nu l-a lasat.Si-a tinut capul sus si i-a spus in cel mai sincer mod:
"Mai bine o dragoste pierduta,decat una neavuta."
-Deea(Carrot)