One Way Through

September 7, 2008
By Abby Walters, Blaine, WA

I reach out my hand, through the glass was my perfect match. My fingers brushed the glass. I mouthed the words"Your the One". No reponse. I look around, start jumping up and down, waving my arms. He walks away. It was a one way window. I was looking the one way. He would never know... i was his perfect match. A match like playing cards, or a memory game. My mind was racing. I have to get through the glass. Glass; the barrier. No tool can break, no force can remove.
Some how I suddenly realized, Love is the cure. I thought of love, spelled it out, wrote it out on my hand. With only one option, I waited for him to return. Willing myself to believe as he walked up, looking at me almost like he could see me. I then, as loud as my being would allow, i screamed at him" I Love You!" Then, as if the glass were like snow in the July sun, it melted. His hand, grabbing mine, pulled me to his world, where you didnt have to prove your love, it was there.

The author's comments:
well, i just wrote this as a spark of interest. its not that great.

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on Sep. 19 2008 at 12:37 am
Never say that your work is bad. It wasn't bad, it was poetic.

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