So a friend of mine sent me a link to this awesome site today and we both agreed that the one below, and I also never want to forget this, because it's so sweet and this is what love really is :D

Alexandra

As you were breaking up with me, all I could think about were those mornings when you compared the Pop-Tarts and gave me the one with more frosting.

And here's the link to read more of the stories (it's also been added to my blogroll) http://www.onesentence.org/

xxx

The Meeting

The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

She pressed her lips trying her best to remain calm. There was no grey cloud in sight, the sunshine seeped through the glass roof. She imagined what she'd do when it finally happened, a wave or would she dare to hug. Kurt Cobain blasted in her ears, breaking her thoughts.

She searched for her iPod in her bag when she saw the shoes, her eyes followed the pair carefully till it came and stood still facing her. She looked up, staring into his light brown eyes and smiled.

Her eyes flickered, checking the big clock on the opposite wall. He's here before time, she thought, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. He moved towards her, she waved, blushing at the awkward moment. She finally hugged him, letting his hand linger on her arm. They held hands as they spoke of the commute.

With a single movement he pulled her closer and their lips met for the first time. She pulled away, searching his face for the happiness she craved. "I've waited for you so long," he whispered. She let him kiss her again, her heart heavy with joy. She felt a load lifted off her chest, there would be no more grey in her life anymore.

Taken

The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

She put her hand on her hips, it's really crowded here, she thought as people walked past in the tiny store. "Anything you like baby?" she turned to face him. His smile grew wider, "Yes" he whispered, turning her around like a doll. He pointed towards something in front of her. She squinted her eyes, realizing what he was talking about. "Perfect, isn't she" he said, talking about his girl's reflection, "I like that the best."

She tiptoed as he pulled her closer for a kiss. "Yes, unfortunately I think she's taken," she teased. They slipped out of the store just as the familiar tune of Billy Jean started playing. He took her hand in hers, she moved closer to him. She loved how tiny her hand felt in his palm, the security she got from such a simple touch. She intertwined her fingers with his when she felt the cold metal.

She stood still for a moment, regaining herself. The cold metal was a constant reminder. She felt numb, as her breathing grew faster. Yes, he's taken, she sighed; unfortunately, not by me.

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