It's been many months and now its December. Satine walked down the road to
her house, tears falling like a waterfall down her face.
" I'm stupid, I let the best thing that ever happened to me walk out of my life."
She walked into her house and dropped onto the couch and cried her eyes out until she fell asleep.
When she woke up she decided to write a poem to Christian about how wrong she was and if he would forgive her.
Dear Christian,
You are the wind in my hair,
And the twinkle in my eye,
I love you more than life itself,
Even when you make me cry,
I can't see myself without you,
You are everything to me,
Some days I may screw things up,
But you are always there for me,
If you ever leave me alone on this earth,
I don't know how I could go on,
You are all I need to be happy,
And all I need to live,
If you ever leave me again,
I would be dead the second you did,
Love, Satine
It was the first poem she had ever written and possibly the last, but it was Christian who inspired her in a way to write it, even if he wasn't around. For months Satine looked for Christian, but failed to find him. So she hoped this poem would work.
She went to the post office around 2p.m. and slipped the letter into the box.
" I hope this works."
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Christian sat around in his room. He never went any where except the beach, "Hollywood Dreams", or past Satine's house. He missed her so much, he went to those places just to see if she was there, but she never was. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
" Satine." He thought.
" Letter for a mister James."
" That's me."
The man handed Christian the letter. Christian opened it right away. Well, he was partly right about it being Satine. It was a letter from her telling him she still loved him. Now all he had to do was find her, and the best way he knew how was to sing to her, and since it was almost Christmas he thought a Christmas tune would do.
" I'm stupid, I let the best thing that ever happened to me walk out of my life."
She walked into her house and dropped onto the couch and cried her eyes out until she fell asleep.
When she woke up she decided to write a poem to Christian about how wrong she was and if he would forgive her.
Dear Christian,
You are the wind in my hair,
And the twinkle in my eye,
I love you more than life itself,
Even when you make me cry,
I can't see myself without you,
You are everything to me,
Some days I may screw things up,
But you are always there for me,
If you ever leave me alone on this earth,
I don't know how I could go on,
You are all I need to be happy,
And all I need to live,
If you ever leave me again,
I would be dead the second you did,
Love, Satine
It was the first poem she had ever written and possibly the last, but it was Christian who inspired her in a way to write it, even if he wasn't around. For months Satine looked for Christian, but failed to find him. So she hoped this poem would work.
She went to the post office around 2p.m. and slipped the letter into the box.
" I hope this works."
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Christian sat around in his room. He never went any where except the beach, "Hollywood Dreams", or past Satine's house. He missed her so much, he went to those places just to see if she was there, but she never was. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
" Satine." He thought.
" Letter for a mister James."
" That's me."
The man handed Christian the letter. Christian opened it right away. Well, he was partly right about it being Satine. It was a letter from her telling him she still loved him. Now all he had to do was find her, and the best way he knew how was to sing to her, and since it was almost Christmas he thought a Christmas tune would do.