Loverly story

You liked to watch me do cartwheels. You said you liked the way my hair flew with the movement. 1

You would make me charm bracelets with my name and jingling ornaments, and maybe a small ‘I love you’ in the middle. 2

You would take off your shirt whenever it rained and drape it over my shoulders. You knew I hated to be looked after like that, but you still did it. I never asked you why.3

You could actually take quiet walks. You knew how just to walk next to me, our hands barely touching, soft skin to ink stained flesh; chewed, pink nails clacking dully on long, clean ones. You knew how to be silent except for the padding of your torn sneakers and how to point at the trees you knew I liked. It was like we were in a circus; a mime couple pretending to be sad, silent tourists, except nobody was laughing, or saying ‘how cute’. You knew I hated talking. Especially on walks. 4

You never needed to hear me tell you that I loved you. It was almost like you knew. You knew I hated talking. Especially about that.5

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I remember that day we went to the carnival. It felt like a movie, with us walking down the dirt path, a huge white teddy bear fit firmly in my arms, your hand around my waist. You knew I didn’t like to get too close. But somehow, you made me feel good. 7

How cliché that we went on the Ferris wheel together, overlooking the colored roofs of torn cloth draped over each exhibit of oddity and entertainment, looking down on it like we were royalty. I had fantasies then. I believed that there was this beautiful world where love existed forever, and there was no such thing as a broken heart. Where all day long, you can do cart wheels so that you hair will fly, just as your boyfriend likes it. Where you can proudly wear a charm bracelet he made for you instead of carefully stowing it away and making it as fragile as your heart, so that it will never be scarred. Where you don’t need to bring an umbrella to go for a stroll in the park on a rainy day because he will always give you his shirt.8

After the Ferris wheel, you won that teddy bear for me because you filled a gaping clown’s plastic mouth with water from a crooked gun. You choked that poor clown the fastest, and then you pointed at that huge teddy bear hanging by itself in a corner. You said that it was for me, because I always looked so lonely. But you were smiling, so I knew that you were happy. 9

Then we raced to the stadium, hand in hand, with my new teddy wear bracing the wind in the crook of my arm, his red ribbons flying in streaming arcs, like your hair. We ran into the empty field where the Little League played, and we went to the middle seats and lay on the metal for a really long time, Teddy looking over me on the top seat like you do, with his small red eyes and red ribbons and big red belly. 10

We were upside down on the seats, our heads resting where other people had sat before, but I didn’t really care. You hair was almost as long as mine, and it could barely touch the dirty tiled floor. You played with my hair, and I stared at your face upside down. Your lips were where you forehead should have been, and your nose was turned over too. Your eyes were closed, and they looked like two straight lines, never failing. Your hair was hanging from your face like long black beard. I felt like Picasso overlooking his creation, except, I don’t think him or me could have drawn your face perfectly the way it really was.11

I then stood up, you holding my ankles, because of course, you knew I was a klutz, and I thrust my hands high above me, like I was trying to pat the floating clouds, or grab them. And I screamed. You knew I didn’t like to be loud. You knew I didn’t like to talk about that word that everyone just had to use sometimes. You knew I didn’t like to say it. But you knew what I screamed. You knew because I screamed it really loud and really clear. You knew I screamed, “I love you”.12

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I also remember that stormy day. That very stormy day where there was hail and rain and snow and wind and lightning and thunder. I bet you the clouds were falling. I bet you that the clouds just fell in soft, broken pieces because God was crying that hard. I don’t know why, but I guess I felt bad for Him, so I lay on my bed and started to cry. And you came and you laid right beside me, stroking my hair and making soft hushing sounds. I turned to you and sobbed in your chest, and you hugged me until I fell asleep. And when I woke up, you were gone.14

***15

My last memory is one with words. You were driving us to school and then you just stopped the car and kissed me. I kissed you back, though I didn’t know what to do. You held my neck really gently, like you were scared it would break, and then you put your other hand on my shoulder and I got scared. I pulled away, and I thought you were upset, but you were smiling, like you understood. There was a smear of my chap stick on your upper lip, and it looked pink because you were so pale, and for some reason, I felt like crying. 16

I fell into your chest and started to cry really hard, and you hugged me back and rocked me. And then, you asked, “Why are you crying, love?” 17

And I just said, just for the sake of answering; in a small, choked sob of a voice, I answered,18

“Because there are no stars during the day.” And that was when I heard you laugh, and it wasn’t a mean laugh, or a joking one. It was a deep, happy chuckle; and you said, with that chuckle staining your voice, 19

“But of course there are.”20

And I shook my head, rubbing my hair and tears on your long black shirt, and I cried again. And then you took my crumpled pink face and held it up, and you said,21

“How can there be no stars during the day if I’m looking at one right now?”22

And though it sounded pretty corny, at that time it actually made me happy, and I smiled and sniffed, and before I could ask, you got out of the car to open my door. 23

And then I knew I was your star, at least for a little while.24

I knew that I could do cartwheels just to show that my hair can fly, and that I could always climb up on a bench in a big, empty space and scream really loud and really clear that I loved you, and that I could cry whenever I wanted just so you could hug me and calm me down. And that I could say that I’m crying because of stupid things, just so you could laugh that comforting, deep chuckle, and make me feel that I really am a star wherever I go. 25

I knew that maybe I could do all of those things, just to keep you with me forever. But instead, all I have is the memories. 26

And that’s all I need for now.27

Author notes

For teddyblair.. I'm using the sixth picture.. here's the link; http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/spring-love-120310254

Hero. By.. Inrique.. something something..??

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  • lesbian-in-love
    October 24

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    This was really good and very enjoyable to read. It was well written. Thanks so much for entering and best of luck to you in the contest.


  • twilight2411
    October 14
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    Very sweet story and well written!
    Also thank you for entering!


  • Living.Disaster
    October 12

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    Thsi really hit me for some reason. I just started crying, especially at this part;

    “Because there are no stars during the day.” And that was when I heard you laugh, and it wasn’t a mean laugh, or a joking one. It was a deep, happy chuckle; and you said, with that chuckle staining your voice,

    “But of course there are.”

    And I shook my head, rubbing my hair and tears on your long black shirt, and I cried again. And then you took my crumpled pink face and held it up, and you said,

    “How can there be no stars during the day if I’m looking at one right now?”

    This sounded very genuine, and very adorable, like it came stright from the heart.
    Thank you for entering, and you get a little farther in the ranks because you got me to cry. xD


  • YaoiQueen Killa
    October 4
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    hmm

    nah not hitting me

  • leolord5235
    August 13
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    AW! THAT WAS SO SWEET! I GASPED AT THE CORNY STAR LINE!


  • Carina.J.LR
    June 12

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    Aww..this is cute, though in the tenth stanza/paragraph you wrote 'wear' instead of bear

    -Carina


  • shadowchild25
    May 27

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    Amazing job!

    This is amazing. I really really realllly want to say something to help you grow as a writer, but I don't think you need to for this piece- it's lovely. I'm pretty much commenting to give you applause...
    I think I skipped a bit of it though, while scrolling, because at one point I was thinking, well... this would work well for father/child love too. And then I saw the picture, and I was like what? Hmm... went back... it was the kiss. That's pretty important, lol... Still, the part I accidentally skipped only added to the story, so everything I said before the Hmm still counts!!!


  • Alice Cambridge
    May 25

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    This actually nearly made me cry. Very sweet story and well written, too.
    Well done!
    Thank you for entering my contest and good luck! :]


  • LilMsHyper17
    May 23

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    that was so sweet, you are one of the most amazing writers i have ever read. I really hope that I see more of your work soon!


  • Neolittlefish
    May 20

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    That was a lovely story alright! I liked the exploration of emotion and the way you descried the feelings in this story. Well done.


  • HaydenLautner
    May 9

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    Wow, no words can describe how i'm feeling right now. This was astonishing. Absolutely beautiful. Without a doubt, one of the most romatic stories I have read.
    This was so touching.. Thank you for entering such an amazing story, and the best of luck


  • trekkergirl
    February 23

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    wow what a wonderful tale of love and just being with someone who means a lot to you... sometimes just being with a person, not saying a word... not touching... not even breathing... just being there... lending a quiet support is just what a person needs. And a person who knows how to do this... well I say keep this person beside you... Don't let them go. Good job. Thanks for sharing this with us. I really liked reading this. Kept good pace... kept my interest and flowed well. Good solid write.


  • AllOuta
    February 17

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    It has been a really time since a story has touched. And yours did touch me, deep down where us tough girls hate to visit. Your voice is perfect, happy and wishful even in the pain. This was excellently written. And wish you tons of success.


  • Just Breathe.
    January 27

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    This is really amazing. Very well written and one of the best stories I've read. Great job with this story and please put your screen name in you Author's notes. Great job and good luck in my contest.

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