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.:The Observers:.She was that girl..:The Observers:. by TheShrewEnigma
The one that never really took part, she would just watch; observe.
She enjoyed that though, just sitting and watching- anything really, people, animals, seasons, anything.
She would watch time change, the different seasons bringing their colours to the world, and showing natures beauty.
She saw how the snowdrops would sprout up in the graveyard in the spring, always the same place, the same time; their tiny pale petals clasped together.
She watched the April showers as they steadily came down, the scent of the rain filling the air and the drops falling softly to the ground, trickling down buildings and flowers alike.
She watched as this rain brought life to the landscape, bringing new life into the world, and how it helped the flowers bloom. How the daffodils sprung up in the most unexpected of places, brightening sides of roads, bringing colour to even the dullest of places.
She watched the sun rise in the mornings, and the gentle colours of the sunsets, an
.:L o v e ?:.What is love?.:L o v e ?:. by TheShrewEnigma
It is a number of things to a number of people; it's never the same to two. It is a thought, an emotion, an action. It's a relationship.
It's staying up late and just talking with that special person, no real topic of conversation, and just laughing at each other, and together.
It is being supportive to those who really need you, and just being there for them, lending a kind ear and a shoulder to cry on.
It's like a warm summer day, where everything just seems perfect, all the pieces of your life fitting together in the glow.
Yes, it's hard work, but it's a piece of art- even the smallest bit is just as beautiful.
Love is the yelling, the hatred, the sleepless nights crying into your pillow, wishing it was different, and the destruction of your mind, going over every little detail, wishing it all could have been different, or wishing you could have said something else.
It's the countless tears, the silent screams, the blinding light that stops us from seeing