A love story

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She spent her days writing and falling in love with characters in literature. She loved the company of her friends, but preferred to be alone; getting lost at the bottom of a rabbit hole. She was misunderstood and a beautiful mystery. Those who were lucky enough to spend just a moment with her fell for her beauty and her secrets. She was completely unaware of her affect on those around her. She was a good book; the first sentence was inviting and had the world wanting to read more. She tried to experience life with the people she labeled as her friends, but she was always the outsider. She didn’t mind though, because fitting in always means losing who you are. She was never like the other girls and she never wished to be. She started drinking and attending parties, doing her duty as an American teenager. She lost her virginity and started meeting different guys. She met an assortment of assholes and immature idiots. She attended one party, where she made a lasting impression on a young man.

The party was a bonfire. She was cuddled up in pretty winter clothing and she smelled of Svedka and Flora by Gucci. She was surrounded by drunk and horny boys. They fawned over her. She pretended not to notice. She brushed her curls out of her face and drank until her body went numb. She promised herself she’d be bold that night. She refused to blend in. A boy sitting on the other side of the fire pit watched as she stepped up on a log, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and chugged a container of beer. The boy sitting across the flames watched as the other boys drooled over her. She was getting drunk off of cheap beer and he was getting drunk off of her smile and cherry red lips. He sat there soaking up the warmth from the fire and drinking. He felt intoxicated, but it wasn’t the alcohol that was making him feel buzzed. It was her presence. Who was she? The fear of the unknown kept him from approaching her. One of the drooling idiots became the girl’s distraction for a few minutes. They disappeared into the darkness of the woods. She never knew that a boy had gotten caught up in her that night. She disappeared with the evening and the boy was left with a memory.

Months passed since the party. She returned to school in the fall after a traumatic summer. A few months into the girl’s junior year she switched math classes. She walked in as the new girl. She sat behind a boy with shaggy brown hair and an adorable laugh. The boy looked at her and smiled. It was her; the girl from the party. She looked older. She looked perfect. She had no idea who the cute boy smiling at her was, but as soon as she met him, she wanted to know him. She wanted to know everything about the stranger sitting in front of her. They did nothing but flirt and play for the rest of the school year. Each day brought them closer. On the last day of junior year the girl walked into class wearing short white jean shorts and a low-cut navy blue tank top. Her skin was bronzed for the summer vacation ahead. She leaned over the boy’s desk and handed him her yearbook. She smiled beneath golden lip gloss and asked if he wouldn’t mind signing her yearbook. He had already planned on it. She faded away into summer, vanishing from the boy’s life for a second time. She was rummaging through her closet over the summer, looking for a pair of Kate Spade sunglasses, and she found her yearbook. She flipped to the back of the large blue book. She read a message from a boy who used to sit in front of her in math class. The girl looked up from the page and smiled. She missed him. She made plans to hangout with him. Little did she know, that she and the boy would be spending many days together. They were best friends, but they both craved more. They had a falling out and didn’t speak for months, but they returned to one another. They fell in love, deeply. They spent their days pushing the limits and their nights tangled up in each other. He finally told her about the party; the night he caught a glimpse of his beautiful future. It was pure magic, what they created together. She helped the boy grow up. She became his motivation.

Their story isn’t one without tears and heartache, but it is one with passion and perseverance. He made foolish mistakes, and the girl’s heart paid for them. Despite the bad, they created chapters together. He helped her write unforgettable sentences.

She sat by the window in her massive master bedroom, brushing through her grey curls. Her once noisy house was quiet. She felt tired. She looked down at her silk nightgown. He had always loved her in silk nightgowns. She placed a crystal vase filled with flowers on her nightstand, next to a picture of her husband. He had passed away, a few weeks before. As she felt herself become weak, she laid down in her bed and glanced over at the photograph. She missed him for the last time, before she fell into a permanent sleep. Before she passed on, she thought about the party. She hoped she’d catch his eye again, at another party. They would relive their beautiful life together. She’d thank him for the love story.


The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and my heart belongs to Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based off of my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my son. I also worked in the fashion/marketing industry from age sixteen until becoming a mama at age twenty-three, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I published a book (Deployed) that I wrote while I was still in high school dealing with boys, tears, parties, and gossip and I blossomed into a blogger and a more developed writer. I don't blog to impress...I blog to inspire. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email: lizziemognoni@gmail.com

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