Brown, by Andrea Jocelyn Possible
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Brown.
Brown is blah.
Brown is boring.
I used to think that.
Then, I met him.
Brown was cute
Brown seemed intriguing.
Brown seemed to have my attention.
Then, he touched my pain.
Brown was bad.
Brown was evil.
Then, he touched my soul.
He held my hand, when I learned where my pain had been hiding.
He told me I was his hero.
Brown was smart.
Brown was beautiful.
He stood with me, at Mom's gravesite for the first time since she died.
He gave me the courage to be there.
Brown was strong.
Brown was amazing.
We had our first fight.
Brown was ugly.
Brown was stupid.
Then we shared consciousness.
We learned more about the other than we had a right to ever know.
Brown felt my heart.
Brown touched my life.
We grew closer together.
Then, I saw something, and I wanted to die.
Brown betrayed me.
Brown abandoned me.
Then, I learned the truth, and I should have known it all along.
Brown would never leave me.
Brown would always love me.
Another fought alongside with me.
This time, I fought to live, and he told me what was important.
Now, I understand the beauty of brown.
I hope brown understands me.
I hope brown forgives me for my stupidity, my ignorance, my inability to see the hidden truth.
Now, I know for certain:
I love brown: now, more than ever.
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Author's notes:
(Joss) When I wasn't sure if Wade would take me back, I wanted to die, right then and there. I wrote this on the GJ Jet back here to Middleton, right after the Lorwardians. I hope you like it…Andrea Jocelyn Possible.
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