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Karleigh Monroe 5Authors Comments: Sorry this was so short, it was more of a re-cap for me :)
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 Created on 11-5-08
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In the next to weeks that had passed I learned everything there was to know about Carter. I hung on every bit of random quirks and preferences that he could think to spit out to me. And I remebered them all. His favorite color was grey-blue. Leave it to Carter to pick a beautiful natural color as his favorite...I remebered how he'd explained that one...
"Like you see, they're both very natural colors, grey and blue, very real. Not man-made like maybe pink or fuschia. Blue is in the water, the sky everywhere, and grey i the stones the cloudy foggy mornings. Put them together and yu can make a breaht-taking landscape portrait of a cold North Eastern Beach front. The kind of beach with gravel instead of sand, and real driftwood just scattered about. That's where I love to be, it's one of my favorite places. Not a specific beach, just a beach like that. It's not too hot to just sit and watch the dark waves and the grey-blue sky, it's beautiful..." and then he had sighed...
I'd learned about his goals to become a musician, and to teach young students music after he retired in his career. It seemed even more out of proportion, waaaaaaaay too noble compared to my goals of becoming a Librarian. We discussed our favorite books, our favorite songs, our favorite subjects, colors, sounds, memories, people, actors/actresses, composers, animals, places, our goals, wants, dreams, needs, fears, insecurities, hopes, and secrets too. I had opened my entire life up to this boy, man, God...whatever Carter was, and I wasn't really worried about it either. It felt good to open up my chest and just let every thought, significant or not, flow from my mind to my mouth and into his ears as he watched and listened intently. I was suprised that my ribs weren't shattered into pieces by all the pressure the information was causing in there. It felt good to tell someone, everything, every sad, happy, confused, hopeful, scared, or angry memory that I had all boxed away, was unleashed and just handed to Carter. I was happy to let someone get to know my weird quirks, and all my little glitches tht I had. My trust issue made him laugh, because apparently it had no effect on him.
Yes, these last few weeks had been magical and nothing of real importance had ahppened. i was quite content with this life. I had a friend. A real friend that knew my secrets, and I knew his. It wasn't a traditional friendship by any means. Mostly becuase we seemed as if we belonged in different worlds, different universes. He was so..."wow" and I was so, not. but either way, it was still a friendship. And I treasured it, and I always would...forever.
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Please Login to post comments| On November 13th 2008 barbarian1 Said : | |
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i love this story. but there is no way that it stays perfect forever, something has to happen |
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Hello People??? COMMENT AND RATE!!!!! |
