http://slow.writerscafe.org/bonitalove The original writings of author Mizz Lovely en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776463563 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Despite your sadness, life goes on. You're halfway done with your last year of high school (finally), and, to your surprise, you're surviving quite nicely without that green-eyed girl you once loved. You've made new friends, even dated a boy or two, and you barely ever think about that beautiful gir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481852/ Even though you still talk pretty frequently, it's nothing compared to how it used to be. She's obviously moved on, and you know that you should too, but you just can't seem to shake her. She's always in the back of your mind, speaking in that sweet, beautiful voice. You still see her at school, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481850/ That night, amidst the tears, I dreamt, once again, about Sarah. We were standing alone in a room, I had no idea where we were, and Sarah was crying."I'm so sorry Yvonne. You deserve the best, so I think it's in your interest that we don't talk anymore..."I sit up in bed, screaming.Not so much a dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481848/ Many weeks later, myself and my boyfriend broke up, due to the fact that we never saw each other (and, for me, I was in love with a certain lovely girl). I "happened" to mention to Sarah about this recent breakup and she didn't seem to get the underlying message. I texted her later on to see if she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481846/ I text Sarah everyday as usual, but the essence of our messages is blatantly off. She can tell that something is wrong, and I know that I should tell her, but I just can't bring myself to do it.I get a text from Sarah, "Can I tell you a secret?" My heart races, as I open her next message, which says.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481845/ It was beyond difficult to go to school for the next couple of weeks. Everytime I would walk into class, Sarah would try to talk to me, to see what was wrong. I don't blame her for not knowing, I mean, she obviously likes Mike and not me. As hard as that is for me to say, it's the first step to movi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481841/ Sarah... Sarah... Sarah..."Wake up! We're going to be late for school!"You manage to crack one eye open, and when you see the clock, you become freaking superwoman. Up and ready to go in 10 seconds flat. Unbelievable.You walk into school, no doubt looking hidiously tired, and stop in the bathroom to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481839/ You think about Sarah all the time. No matter where you go, she's on your mind. How can someone you've barely known for two weeks be so close? It's hard for you to believe that she considers you a friend, even now, when you talk almost nonstop. And every second you speak, every moment she brushes pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481837/ You go to school the next day and you can't look at anybody. Even perfect strangers prove to be a danger. You are so embarrassed by your dream that you can't bear to go to class with her. Though her beautiful mind is clear, you cannot even begin to hope that she won't notice your uneasy appearance.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481836/ A sweet dream. Clear as day, but as dark as night. How could one dream change your whole world?She stands in a spotlight, surrounded by a haze both black and blue. She is holding a rose, watching you as you dream. It's been a while, and you know the daylight is coming. You seize the moment, lusting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481834/ For a little while you text her: every couple of days, every week, every month. But your heart longs for more. Your soul longs for her words to yours, telling you what's on her mind. You wish you could text her more often, everyday even. You don't want to seem like a creep. But you know that there i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481833/ Sarah. The name sings beauty. It cries for angels. It is the most beautiful name you have ever heard. And everything else about her is just as sweet. Her clear complexion, assumably as soft a velvet. Her short black hair, which she cut to donate, making you see how beautiful her heart truly is. And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481830/ Imagine that you are a typical high school girl: best friends, no friends, and boyfriends. Now imagine that you walk into your first class on the first day if the new semester, and you see this girl. You get a warm fuzzy feeling inside and you know why that means, but you won't accept it. You won't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481828/ This story is a true story, so I would like some good old-fashioned honest feed back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonitalove/1481827/