Every day that goes by feels less and less real and like a memory. It makes me sad. I can't imagine kissing Andy again. Feels like he's gone, and I don't want him to be. I watch fairytale as I wait for any response from him, but I never get one. I miss the sound of his voice. I miss his laugh, and his hugs. I miss his arms around me, and I smell and his Sweet vibrations through his body when he speaks, and the strong, study beating of his heart and in his chest. I miss him encompassing me. Whenever anyone asks me if I'm OK I tell them I'm tired. But it's really because I'm tired of missing him. I just want to go home, where my heart is-with him. I miss him so much.
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Evolution
Non-FictionThere are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have...
