There is a big difference between having your heart broken and being the one responsible for a broken heart. I was twelve years old and had already experienced both.

Changing imagination into fiction is what I love to do.

Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.

She had words in her heart which she released thru her fingertips.

Falling in love is not a spur of the moment thing. There wasn't love at first sight as I always believed there to be. It crept and overpowered me. Once I was in its power, it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv

She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.