NovamVitam

I ache to be with you, To feel as though a shred of you cares, It kills me to watch from afar, Yet to be so near. The musical melody of your voice, Effortless grace of an angel, Just to be near you, To listen to your voice. To be around you,   I get as giddy as a child, Unbearable giggles and blushing, And when you look at me – hastened hushing. Still it’s the same song that I sing, To be near you is all that I can ring, I’ll yearn for something more, Until there is an open door.

    When Christa walked in the door, she immediately knew it wasn't Jake who was awake. She was standing in the living room, but could view most of the downstairs, apart from the kitchen. The light in the kitchen was on, but the whole house was silent. Christa crept to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. She peered around the wall, but the kitchen was empty. Christa turned around and quickly headed for the stairs. As she started to ascend the stairs, Christa was aware that someone was standing behind her. She turned around to face them.    Her mother.        "Where do you think you've been?" Her mother was clearly angry.

I ache to be with you, To feel as though a shred of you cares, It kills me to watch from afar, Yet to be so near. The musical melody of your voice, Effortless grace of an angel, Just to be near you, To listen to your voice. To be around you, I get as giddy as a child, Unbearable giggles and blushing, And when you look at me – hastened hushing. Still it’s the same song that I sing, To be near you is all that I can ring, I’ll yearn for something more, Until there is an open door.

You drive me mad, Everything about you, The way you look to the sweet rhythm of your voice, I yearn to hold you, To be all you ever need, The one you run to in your time of need, Maybe one day in a twist of fate, In your arms I'll stay, But until that day, So long away.

I'm screaming out to you, Can you hear me? What was once so near, 'Tis as cold as the dust around me. My heart has turned to stone, No beat at all, Yet, it yearns to sing your name, So cold, The pain melts away, And only the ghost of me remains, The wind blowing through the trees, Creaking under your feet, That's all that's left of me, Pale white in the snow, Unheard moans under a shadow, Is all that remains with the ghost of me.

    Christa was typing another message to him. She knew she was too young to be in love, but she couldn't help it. She loved him, but she would never admit that. Nor would she admit that she needed him as much as she did. Christa was only thirteen, and he was fourteen. He'd been her best friend for the last two years, and her boyfriend for only the last few months. Ethan finally replied that he had to go to bed for the night. She looked at the clock. 3:24 A.M. Wow, it really was late. She wished him a good night and he got offline. She stared at the computer screen, lost deep in thought.    Ethan had been there for her when she needed him m

    She woke up to the sweet smell of breakfast. Pancakes, again? She thought. With a groan, she rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and her favorite band t-shirt. Christa didn't know why she wasn't looking forward to that day, but today was the big day! It was finally the day of the big party. The only party Christa had been to in her seventeen years was her older brother Jacob's, and that hadn't counted since the only reason she was allowed to attend is so she didn't tell their parents. She'd always wanted to attend a party, but she was normally never invited. Maybe it was her lack of close friends during high school

You are all my mind thinks of. In the morning when I wake and the last thought before I fall asleep at night. You. It has been a long time since we last talked. I wonder how you are doing, how your life is going, if you think of me ever - I know you probably don't. The last time we talked, I was rude to you, so rude. I was trying to protect myself. I knew you didn't still love me. Not like I did you. I didn't want you to know. You had chosen to live your life, which no longer included me, so I wanted to respect that. As much as I did, I still was in love with you. It had just started sinking in. There would be so more last nights talking,