If love is like a rose, then love must die, like all roses do.1
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It wasn't right. I know it wasn't right. It wasn't the right time, he wasn't the right person, I didn't make any of the right choices. Too bad about the love. To me, he was like a bloody apple. My bloody apple. He repelled to most, but I was drawn. Each time I let myself indulge, salty remorse sheathed my tongue and another piece of him was dead to me.3
I bit into my apple.4
He loves me.5
Another bite:6
He loves me not.7
He loves me8
He loves me not9
He loves me10
He loves me not11
He loves me.12
There was barely anything left of that one, but I decided it wasn't good anyway. I reached up and picked another one.13
I love him14
I don't love him15
I love him16
I don't love him17
I love him18
I don't love him19
I love him20
I don't love him21
I-22
Standing up and chucking the apple somewhere it's presence wouldn't plague me, I decided I didn't like apples. Who does?
Author notes
Not a true story-I love apples.
Constructive Criticism Appreciated
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haha...another one of Meredith's classic "happy writes"!! (tons of sarcasim) and btw...i love apples too!!! (only idiots don't like apples!)
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Wow
Wow. Really liked how you related love to various everyday items. Like a rose, how every rose must die. That is possibly the best
quote I have every heard. I also liked how you didn`t use a flower and pull off the petals while reciting `He loves me, he loves me not` so on... I`m glad you used apples. You left off the story well. With a rhetorical question. It needs not an answer, but I will tell you one anyway. Who does? You do.
-Kieran
P.S. Keep writing!
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where the is i meant * love *
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