Author: Ryan

She asked me not to go, she asked me to stay. It was something I cannot do. I knew it may seem cruel but it is the right thing to do. So she asked me something differently. She asked me to remember her smiling and not the girl crying in front of me.

That when I think of her:

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I hurried frantically to the next bus with my heavy backpack, books at one of my arms, and I may have even forgotten to tie one of my shoe laces. I just got out of a college class, ran as fast as I could because I knew she will be waiting for me. It was a cold day with snow … Read More....