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Do you remember anything?

I remember everything. Thats my curse.

-F.

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You know you're a writter when you plan out your stories but never actually write them

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"Growing up isn't the problem. Forgetting is."

[thats-me-a-nobody]

You were so close to me yet so far away..

Why did you find it amusing to play with my heart everyday.

Was I too easy to replace...

Or was it so hard to say it on my face.

That you don't want me no more...

'Cause you don't feel like before..

Was I not worthy of an explanation.?

Or were you just too scared of this confrontation..

That you would not be able to walk away...

And somehow I would make you stay.

But always remember this when I tell you...

I can't make you feel something you don't want to...

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Winding roads, and narrow tracks as you climb the last mountain. Reaching your destination, overlooking your town below, you feel like you could be stranded here in this moment for ever. The wind gushes into your face just as you turn the last corner. It pushes you back gently as you close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Taking it all in. Like when he first touched you, and your cheeks flushed. Your heart raced. Your breast perked as you sigh with relief. His hands final resting place, laying over your throbbing pink flesh...Why now does this intimate memory come to mind? You’re on top of this mountain with your new beau, but your really not there are you? How unfair to this man. Dragging him for miles for a victory only you wanted. Pulling him along with that bright, wide, smile. Inviting him into your world, to your mountain. Selfish and controlling, those are your dominant traits. Taking advantage of a compliment and turning it into a love affair, that is your gift...taking it all In. Like when he first touched you, and your cheeks flushed.

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Chasing the high.

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Then what happened?

Life....

Life happened.

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The Bridge to Arden

Part one

I was standing on the bridge after my run, looking  into the water, seeing the reflection of trees always calms my wandering mind. I had been thinking a lot about how complicated life has gotten for me. It was all his fault. Him with his dark emerald eyes and wavy dark hair, it all complimented his fair skin tone. Arden has confused me since preschool, and I am honestly over it. That’s decided, I’m through talking to him. My heart aches at the idea. I have a magnetic connection to him, like we were made to be in the same place all the time. My mind goes back to the time when he left me, without word, without warning. He was gone, and then he was back. Years went by in that time, all of it blurry. Then he returned without warning, he clarified with, “I was away.” But where had he been? I wanted to know; I wanted him to let me in. But he never budged. Maybe he didn’t trust me. I pick up a jagged rock and throw it into the water with all my strength to calm my frustration. It doesn’t. And I knew, I’d never be able to give up on Arden. 

I gather my emotions and start running towards home. As I pass the huge brick mansions, I can’t help but think about what complicated lives were living behind the walls. I wouldn’t wish the way I feel onto anyone else. There is a yearning to be close to Arden. I look towards the snow capped mountain, and wish I could be gutsy enough to run away and hide from my feelings. But if I’ve learned anything, my emotions run quicker. But I am determined to run them out of my system right now. I am focusing on the cotton candy clouds I see through the foggy mountain peaks, when I hear“Hi Leanne!” in the near distance.

Looking up I focus on the towering six foot five man standing by his brick mailbox; I choke on the breath I am inhaling, and my left foot rolls under my stride. I fall rolling over my shoulder to recover to my feet, but no matter how smooth my recovery is, a tall girl falling is never graceful. “Hi A-Arden.” I managed while stumbling over his name. It was good to actually say his name out loud again, catching my breath, “You know my name is Leanna.” I add, glaring at him to make sure he gets the point. He throws his hands up in surrender while laughing, as if it were a joke. “Now, now Leanne,” smirks Arden as he moves towards me to place a hand on my shoulder, which I conveniently dodge. “Arden, DON’T,” I scream; gaining my composure, I continue, “I’m all sweaty, please don’t.” I make my already protruding eyes appear larger and rounder and add a pouty lip for good measure. Arden stands in front of me smirking, pain and compassion show behind his deep green almond shaped eyes. “Arden,” I say in a soft whisper, “I can’t…” He interrupts, “Leanne, we’ve discussed this, I am here and always will be.” 

He has this way of reading my thoughts before I articulate them. “You weren’t though Arden, you left, and the only explanation was that you were away. No call or text or goodbye. You were there and then you were gone. Fuck, Arden,” I say as I put my heads on the top of my head. He looks down at his feet. I think about continuing to let him have it, but all I manage is a growl of built up resentment. “Leanna,” calling me by my name to win me over, “I’m sorry,” he replies, sounding small and defeated. I emphasize, “I needed you,” as I fight back tears. “How can I make it up to you?” he smiles sweetly, but I am buying none of it. “Well for starters you could tell me where you were and why,” I say placing my hands on my hips. A long silence fills the space between us; he moves closer, now only inches from me. He towers over me, even for me being as tall as a Victoria Secret model. My eyes connect with his, pleading for an answer. Arden reaches out, taking my hands into his. I melt as his rough thumbs rub the backs of my hands slowly. “Leanne, you know I can’t…” cutting him off, I break my hands free from his, “Save it,” I say as I start my run back up. 

Arden shouts for me to come back, but I keep running home. I wonder why I did this to myself, I knew it was possible to run into him. It was only half past nine in the morning, and Arden normally slept until ten on Saturday. It doesn’t help that the only scenic place around besides the distant mountains was the bridge past his house on a dirt trail. Most people didn’t know about it due to it being hidden behind the victorian style mansion practically sitting in front of it. Man, how I feel like that little trail. It is beautiful, quiet, taken for granted, and kept hidden away. A place where secrets are told and kept. Not even the time Arden spent with me there could ruin it for me. Arden and his whit, which had no rival. I’m thinking about him again. “Come on, Leanna Ruby, you run to forget your problems, not dwell on them,” I say aloud, attempting a weak self pep talk. And a second later, my mind has returned to Arden Matthews. I slow to a walk, as I take my headphones out of my leggings, slipping my wireless headphones in, I press play on my Imagine Dragons playlist to drown out my thoughts. 

Arriving at  my driveway, I punch in the gate code, and squeeze through the opening as soon as the gap is wide enough for me to slip through. A few steps later, I turn to watch it close again. I see Arden standing off in the distance. I pull out my phone to send him a snarky text about how I didn’t need a shadow to see me home. And I reminded him that it’s 2020, so women can fend for themselves. I turn to walk towards my house in the distance. My phone buzzes. I read, I’ll always protect you, Leanne. Even if you don’t think you need it. I roll my eyes hard, but catch my full lips breaking out into a grin. A warm tingling fills me up as I make my way home, even more emotionally exhausted than before.

To be continued...