He was older looking for his age, yet his eyes danced like a young child doing mischief. His voice was a calming storm when he talked, yet it seemed to piece the ground in which he was standing on. He could tell a mountain to move with one single word, yet could not say one word “Love.” For it was that one single word that he knew, that once he said it, would never stay in him. He knew that with one single word he would give his heart to someone and would stop running away from love. And he knew if I said it back it would be the end of what we were but the beginning of what we will be.
~Say It
By: Abby
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