Feb 12, 08
Kuri told me to move on. He said He didn't make me happy as he wanted.
So he wanted me to be with someone else to be happy. He told me he wanted whats best for me. he loved me and was sorry. The last time I saw him. He moved into another account and I got extremely sick and depress. Before this all happen. I happen to make a story based on him. <3
THE MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE ~
In Ohio not far from a tiny neighborhood lay a deep path which lead to a beautiful valley. It had small river flowing through it. Moss is growing on nearby rocks. Weeds are scatter near the water which was crystal clear. So clear you can see the fish's scales simmered in the sunlight. The leaves smell fantastic, like opening a bag full of green mint candy. The valley was sparking with dew which was sprinkled all over the area. Birds were chirping in the trees and fluttering with their loves ones.
Soon a boy suddenly approach out of the trees. His hair was dirty brown and he had hazel eyes. He looked older then thirteen. Very well dressed and quite handsome. As he dragged his feet though the grass, his feet and pants were getting wet b the dew that was planted on each blade of grass. It was cold, like the spring morning. As he planted himself at the edge of the bank, he noticed a bottle rocking back and forth in the stream, coming near him.
He kneed down slightly to clutch the sea color like crystal clear bottle. It was perfectly clean by the water it was riding on. He pulled it closer to examine it. It was a cute bottle with a pink ribbon tired around it, one that a girl would put on. He also realized there was something waiting to be discovered in it. Trying not to break something so fragile, he clutched the cork of the bottle and took a shot at gettig it out. It was smashed in tight. He got the idea of wetting the cork to make it easier to get it out. He dipped the bottle back in the water and tried taking it out again, he succeed. Tilting it like pouring water, a clean sheet of paper slipped out. It smelled like roses with dew. He laid down the bottle and opens the letter. It was dad love letter from a girl, waiting for someone.
Soon a boy suddenly approach out of the trees. His hair was dirty brown and he had hazel eyes. He looked older then thirteen. Very well dressed and quite handsome. As he dragged his feet though the grass, his feet and pants were getting wet b the dew that was planted on each blade of grass. It was cold, like the spring morning. As he planted himself at the edge of the bank, he noticed a bottle rocking back and forth in the stream, coming near him.
He kneed down slightly to clutch the sea color like crystal clear bottle. It was perfectly clean by the water it was riding on. He pulled it closer to examine it. It was a cute bottle with a pink ribbon tired around it, one that a girl would put on. He also realized there was something waiting to be discovered in it. Trying not to break something so fragile, he clutched the cork of the bottle and took a shot at gettig it out. It was smashed in tight. He got the idea of wetting the cork to make it easier to get it out. He dipped the bottle back in the water and tried taking it out again, he succeed. Tilting it like pouring water, a clean sheet of paper slipped out. It smelled like roses with dew. He laid down the bottle and opens the letter. It was dad love letter from a girl, waiting for someone.
"Dear Love, Travis
I've been waiting for you. I missed you so much. I love you.
-Writer of the story
Knowing that was his name. He knew it was his girlfriend that he was avoiding. He thought avoiding her would make her forget about him. He was allowing her to be with someone else since he thought he couldn't make her happy. Still holding the letter softly between his fingers.
He returned home, before reaching his door, he heard a familiar voice.
He returned home, before reaching his door, he heard a familiar voice.
"Travis ... "
