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Oct 26
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Laura hi101

Dreams

It had been a long time, but now he was here. I stared at him with what must have been a peculiar look on my face. Thoughts swirled through my head, my brain, a wild symphony bursting with ¨terrifying crescendos¨.I felt happy, happier than I had ever felt before, my happiness seemed to pick me up and fly. And through my happiness, I couldn't help but remember the sad-happy memories of before, practicing my violin so enthusiastically late at night, secretly admiring his handsome dimpled smile, and feeling so envious of his talent. He was finally here, and it seemed as though everything would be fine. I had always dreamed of this day, for years I would lie awake, dreaming up happy memories to hold on to, entirely from my imagination. So I smiled, and went to sleep.

 
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Posted: 10.26.18
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  1. maep
    Nov 17, 2018

    OMG I love this ending!! Great writing.

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