In my English class, we have to write every day as a bellringer. We only get maybe five min to do them and our only inspiration in a picture. This was one of my better pieces (in comparison to the others).
Choosing
Inspired by: blurry picture of a girl swinging
The images were blurs. At least, all the images except his face was. People often referred to love as a carasel, a thing that made you blind to everything but your love. So when my best friend walked out on me, after throwing her problems in my face, I could see what they meant. How could I have been so blind to what was happening to her? Why didn't I notice before how hurt she was, how depressed she'd been becoming?
She knew better than to ask me to leave him, but I wondered, still wonder, if things would be different if I had? Would she still be my friend? Choosing between love for a sister and love for a man was the hardest thing I could ever have done. Now, walking down the aisle without my maid of honor, I still wonder if I made the right choice...
Choosing
Inspired by: blurry picture of a girl swinging
The images were blurs. At least, all the images except his face was. People often referred to love as a carasel, a thing that made you blind to everything but your love. So when my best friend walked out on me, after throwing her problems in my face, I could see what they meant. How could I have been so blind to what was happening to her? Why didn't I notice before how hurt she was, how depressed she'd been becoming?
She knew better than to ask me to leave him, but I wondered, still wonder, if things would be different if I had? Would she still be my friend? Choosing between love for a sister and love for a man was the hardest thing I could ever have done. Now, walking down the aisle without my maid of honor, I still wonder if I made the right choice...
