GreenLegacy

Our last kiss was beautiful, it was deep and it meant so much more then either of us could have understood. We were just teenagers, we didn't know what we had, what we had gotten into was so much more then what we thought. As kids we thought it was just good sex but it had been so much more to the both of us, so much deeper than we could have even contemplated. Frank had been my boyfriend and the love of my life but when my parents forced me to move across the country and repeatedly move around for my fathers work, I no longer saw him. Eventually we lost most contact as letters had to be forwarded too many times and my parents hid his letter

It wasn't always this way. I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.  I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.  The first time was an accident. He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplis

There was something about him. Frank didn't know if it was the way he held himself as he walked around. Or maybe his obsessions with mythical creatures. Maybe it was those rectangular glasses that hung off his nose. He never had a lot to say. Maybe even the briefest of smiles that made his heart flutter. And those lips, maybe it was those lips when they whispered his name at night. Mikey always denied it, as if he didn't hear what he heard. As if he didn't hear him calling his name in his sleep. He didn't know why. But he was dying to kiss him. If he told Gerard about, there was no doubt in his mind that he would freak about him having

'I will wait for this moment when our lips collide and almost stop the Earth. You're in my arms tonight.' I sat back and let the music fill my ears. I'd been listening to this song  on repeat for the entire duration of my flight. It was our song, and since I was going to see him it only made sense to listen to it. I couldn't bring myself to change the song, it was just to perfect for the moment The song ended and started up again, I almost sang along out loud, but for the sake of the well-being of the other passengers ears I didn't. Instead I tapped the beat out with my fingers on the plastic arm rests of my airplane seat. It was

Beep. 1-2-3-4 Beep. 1-2-3-4 Beep. 1-2-3-4 It's been the same steady pattern for as long as I can remember. As long as my back has been against this hospital bed. As long as the oxygen has been blowing into my nose and the respirators have been attached to my chest. As long as I can remember. Every hour, on the hour they come into my room. Dressed in funny outfits with amusing pictures of Spongebob Squarepants or Winnie the Pooh on them. They put their cold machinery to my heart, lungs, and stomach. They change my IV every day when it runs dry. It feels like the hole in my vain is getting bigger and bigger because of it. They touch my

Happy Birthday Dymitri sat in the cool grass, staring up at the night sky dotted with silvery twinkling stars. He smiled lightly to himself as he thought back to seven years ago when he was but a small-boy just turned ten years old. It was October 17th, he remembered the date perfectly… Lost in thought he was startled when he felt arms close around him. He jumped and heard a giggle emit from the person who was holding him. His racing heart went at ease at the sound. "Happy Birthday, Dee-Dee." The other man whispered into his ear and placed a kiss on his cheek. Dymitri blushed at the kiss and mumbled, "I thought you forgot…" "Fo