The rain tapped against her bedroom window like an old friend wanting to get in. And as she rolled over pulling the covers all the way up to her chin, she smiled; her mind raced with flashes of moments in life that are intertwined closely to her heart. Like when she ran to the pond and jumped in fully clothed with her best friend, or when she went on a romantic tandem bike ride with a very classy lady.
And that time when her brother skyped home and after the greetings he paused and uttered the words "hayes tell me everything", and when she risked her life climbing a beautifully painted rock with someone in love with star wars a little too much. Or when a funny boy asked her to spend the day with him (little did she know it was his birthday), and the time she came downstairs Valentine's day morning to find a big stuffed animal giraffe on the kitchen table waiting for her.
And especially the moment she leaned over and asked to borrow some paper out of a male's notebook and he replied "only if you write your number inside, that can only make it a fair trade". Or the time her dream came true and she saw the real UP house, and when she finally overcame her fear of singing in front of people and he told her she would be the next Ingrid Michelson. When her best friend told her "I still love you hayles" when all she ever does is mess up.
Life isn't something you "survive" from one big event to the next, it's something you enjoy moment by moment and it is the most beautiful when you take it one little adventure at a time. Her life was absolutely beautiful.
And that time when her brother skyped home and after the greetings he paused and uttered the words "hayes tell me everything", and when she risked her life climbing a beautifully painted rock with someone in love with star wars a little too much. Or when a funny boy asked her to spend the day with him (little did she know it was his birthday), and the time she came downstairs Valentine's day morning to find a big stuffed animal giraffe on the kitchen table waiting for her.
And especially the moment she leaned over and asked to borrow some paper out of a male's notebook and he replied "only if you write your number inside, that can only make it a fair trade". Or the time her dream came true and she saw the real UP house, and when she finally overcame her fear of singing in front of people and he told her she would be the next Ingrid Michelson. When her best friend told her "I still love you hayles" when all she ever does is mess up.
Life isn't something you "survive" from one big event to the next, it's something you enjoy moment by moment and it is the most beautiful when you take it one little adventure at a time. Her life was absolutely beautiful.
i really want to make cds and swap them with friends.
can we start that again
please?
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