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  Learning How to Love

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  Like a lot of Southern girls, I grew up a daddy’s girl. I grew up sitting on my dad’s shoulders with my little hands plastered to his bald head. I grew up to the smell of his French toast on Saturday mornings. I grew up feeling his strong hands pick me up after I had fallen off my bike. We were ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Another Statistic

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  Sometimes when I see you I just want to shout “Stop! It’s not worth it! You deserve better than this! Stop doing this to yourself!” like it would actually change things. Like you would be like, oh okay, if you say so. Gah, I’m so dumb sometimes. Why did I let you become into this? You weren�...
• Fiction > Romance
  Can't Write About You

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  Every time I try to write about you I end up backspacing until I’m looking at a blank page again. There’s something about you that I can’t capture. None of my in-depth adjectives can describe you. You’re so frustratingly different. You like black and white movies and you wore Raybans before...
• Fiction > Romance
  Typical Love Story

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  I’ve always wished I could have the typical love story. You know, the one where both parties secretly admired one another from afar, they get partnered together in one of the least enjoyable classes, they bond over the crazy teacher and the normal school drama, the boy might ask the girl on a date...
• Fiction > Romance
  Imagination

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  I have a big imagination. My dad says it’s my best feature, but my mom says it’s my downfall. I think it’s somewhere in the middle. I was sitting in World Geography one day learning about Timbuktu when I looked over at him. He has gorgeous blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. But it’s not th...
• Fiction > Romance
  Me and You.

  

  By callieeebeth, Fort Worth, TX

  There you are. You, that just sounds funny. You know how when you say a word over and over and over it starts to sound funny? Maybe because I say you so much. I always care what happens to you. You you you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it definitely doesn’t bother me. I’ve always been like that...