| Happy Halloween. Or Day of the Dead. Or whatever you celebrate. Or just a regular day. Either way. |


simple thingsA slight smile spreads across your lips. My cold skin, your warm fingertips. The childish little things we do. Things that define me and you.simple things
Simple things that make my day. Your laugh, the silly things you say. Fresh baked cookies, a warm knit sweater. Your clear green eyes, an old love letter.
A warm hug on a cold night. Fireflies and a flashlight. These old pictures on the wall. Polaroids from last year’s fall.
Songs with lyrics that make you shiver. Simple things that life can deliver.


Things We Forget: Ch. 4-2Sam and Marlow's night ---Things We Forget: Ch. 4-2
Marlow was obviously upset, and she knew it. She knew that Sam knew it.
She didn't even want to be at the dance anymore. She felt stupid for letting such a little thing get to her.
She and Sam sat at a table, neither saying a word for at least ten minutes.
"Why does he hate me so much?" Marlow said.
"He's just jealous, ignore him. Come on, baby, Marlow. Don't let him get to you. Can we just try to enjoy this terrible school social event together?" He said smiling lightly.
Marlow let out a small laugh and then she kissed him on the


Things We Forget: Ch. 4-1Luke and Millie's night. ---Things We Forget: Ch. 4-1
Millie looked over to Luke. He was still a little angry.
"You knew she would be here." Millie said softly.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't hate her." Luke said harshly.
"But... Your brother loves her. More than anything. She's always going to be a part of your life."
"Whatever." LUke said drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.
Luke glanced at Millie. She knew he noticed that she looked upset and troubled.
"He told me he's going to propose to her." He mumbled.
"When?" Millie asked slowly
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Die young and save yourself.
plus it sounds less dramatic/emo-whiny.
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Die young and save yourself.
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