He Likes The Rain: The Whistles: Craft Spells

The Innocence Is Gone.

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes a suspension. Soda becomes Vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the play ground? When protection meant wearing helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? When your worst enemies were your siblings? When race Issues were about who ran the fastest? When war was only a card game and the only drug you knew was Cough Medicine? When Wearing a skirt didnt' make you a slut? When the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant untill tomorrow? But no, we couldn't wait to grow up.

Cristina Yang.

Burke was- He took something from me. He took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so small I didn't even notice, you know? He wanted me to be something I wasn't, and I made myself into what he wanted. One day I was me Cristina Yang, and then suddenly I was lying for him, and jeopardizing my career, and agreeing to be married and wearing a ring, and being a bride. Until I was standing there in a wedding dress with no eyebrows, and I wasn't Cristina Yang anymore. And even then, I would've married him. I would have. I lost myself for a long time. And now that I'm finally me again, I can't. I love you. I love you more than I loved Burke. I love you. And that scares the crap out of me because when you asked me to ignore Teddy's page, you took a piece of me, and I let you. And that will never happen again.

He Likes The Rain

sábado, 11 de febrero de 2012

The Whistles: Craft Spells

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