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gabby Aug 2016
the city had been a sight for sore eyes, since the day he had entered it. even before, the dreams he'd always had of it, were more than enough to keep his goals for it alive. the vivid images of him walking the streets every day, crossing them with crowds of people. the thoughts of him going to coffee with the one he loved, and enjoying nights out with a few of his friends. the busy noise he would hear just outside his dorm windows, and the adrenaline he would feel as he rushed down the halls to his next class, knowing he was probably late and the teacher would give him a glare.

the boy longed for it all, for so long and at last.

he had every single bit of it.

the city, was his.
gabby Aug 2016
and he's got the darkest pair of eyes i've ever known, but they speak to me in ways no one else ever had. they're full of mystery and mischief. passion and a sense of sincerity. when i stare into those eyes, i don't have to worry anymore, because those eyes are with me forever. i know i won't be so lonely. they look at me all the time. they admire my essence, my body, my mind. they admire the way i tend to get lost in time, but they don't judge me; they never have. yet the best part about them; i trust those eyes with everything; with my life, my heart, my soul, my being. i've never known how to fully trust another. i've always been naive, yes. i've always been too open, yes, but these pair of eyes, know more about me than i've ever cared to share before. i love those eyes.
gabby Aug 2016
i promise i am worthy to hold in your arms, to kiss goodnight because i'll still be there. for every mile you walk, i'll be the one you fall back on when you get tired, and i'll love you, i'll care for you, i'll risk it all for you, because there's no one out there i'd want to do this for, more than you.
gabby Aug 2016
where the wild things roam, we find ourselves in. we dream of the places we've never even been, and we hope for things that may never come,
but most of all; we want the ones who don't return the same love.
gabby Aug 2016
it's funny how easy friendships can change. how simple it is for what once felt so comfortable and fun, can shift into awkward and... different. things are different. that's because there's always two different ways things could go, when it comes to friends splitting apart; one is for things to go well, yeah sure, things are odd at first but we can easily slip right back into our usual habits of talking about the latest music, the newest movie, the next project our favourites are working on. it feels like there had never been a time where we had really been apart, it feels like we are still connected, and we're okay. we're amazing. that's when you know that the breaks of talking, have only made your friendship stronger. unfortunately the other way for things to go, is the not so great way. of course you still care for one another, you told them all your secrets, shared all your fears with them—but somehow you regret it, because now all of a sudden; your friendship isn't the same. you aren't connected, the days of endless conversations are over, because you can't find the feeling you felt before. that cozy, ***** feeling, and you won't be sure if it's just you, until you ask. if it is just you, maybe you've got a chance. you both just have to work on your connection again, and perhaps things'll turn out for the best, but if you're not willing to repair that friendship, after telling them how you missed them so, and want it back... your friendship is going to drift apart slowly once again. and there's going to be no turning back. the waves have already sunk the line, that held your two pieces together; now it's split. so save your other piece from going too far, before there's nothing left to save.
gabby Aug 2016
and i think i know what love's really about, because the way it is with him, i don't really have a doubt. it's deep, and it's raw, and it's real, and it's everything i had hoped, and i don't even care anymore what anyone else thinks of it; this, is love.
gabby Aug 2016
i've never been good at putting up my walls,
i always drop the bricks and let them in.
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