• I'm sitting beside the stream, that we always used to meet at. I brush my hand over a bolder, to take off the moss. I read the words that was written on the bolder. The words remained me of a time, that you were here, and how we would spend our days here, by the stream. Our little get away.

    Today is the beginning of Autumn, as I mindlessly spin around, while leaves of all colors, are falling down. I remember when we first meant here, in the woods. You were in so much pain. And when I looked into your eyes, for the very first time, I got trapped, in those gorgeous green eyes. Since that day, I had fallen in love.

    We had walked for hours that day, just talking about each others lives. I didn't think that anyone could ever survive, with that much pain. As you tell me your story, I try to keep the sound of whips, and screams out of my head. Than all a sudden, we had walked into a small clearing, with a stream, and birds singing their mating songs.

    One day early summer, it was warm out, as I walked down the trail to our stream. The next thing I know, I hear you crying, and running to wards me, and I try to calm your crying. On your back, where my hands lay, holding you, I can feel long narrow marks. I tense up, now understanding whats wrong, as I pick you up, and take you to, our little get away.

    I put you down, onto the soft grass. I gaze at your broken body, but I can't help, not to stair. Your long flowing black hair, gorgeous green eyes, slim pouty lips, the next thing I remember, I'm leaning forward, and locking your lips with mine. The rest of the day is a blur, I can only remember hearing your moans, as we both reach a release. We slept there under the glimmering stars that night.

    The next morning we wrote our values, of love, on the bolder, and promised to meet again, that night. You never came back. On the afternoon of late summer, I stand in front of your coffin, placing a red rose, beside your beautiful face, before they close your coffin, and buried you. Slowly after the ceremony, I walk to the stream, and than I finally brake down, crying.

    Now I await the day, that we can be with each other once again. I wait here by the stream, in

    ... Our little get away