Warming Nostalgia.
Keith woke up in the middle of the night. He looked at the spot next to him and saw his sleeping wife. She made a soft sound, turning onto her side, her arm resting on her hip.
Keith moved some of her hair out of her face, kissing her forehead. He stroked her black locks for a moment before he got out of bed.
He quietly left the bedroom, closing the door silently behind him. He went down the hall into Leanna's room. He opened the door and slid inside.
Leanna was asleep, her back facing the door. Keith came in and he noticed she was shivering. He went into her closet and found an extra blanket. He covered his daughter an
Love day isn't just about kissing your girlfriend or hugging your boyfriend.
Love day is about letting the special people in your life know you care.
It can be your mom, your sister, your best friend that you're spending your high school years with.
Love day is more than the chocolate and the flowers; it's more than the cards and the commercials.
Love day is just being a friend for someone and letting them know that you care and appreciate them.
It can be the best day of your life, or it can be the worst.
You just can't look at the commercial side of Love day.
You only need to remember the key things:
1. Nobody should be alone on Love
Dear Bleeding Paradise,
You guys suck. Your music is a failure, you have a crappy name, your singer can't scream for shit, and your lyrics are tacky. You need to all dye your hair black and get emo kid haircuts because that's what you sound like. A bunch of whining and bitchy emo kids. I honestly can't stand the sound of your music, if... you call it that. I've heard better screamo from my cat. You give the genre a bad name and you even make Suicide Silence sound good, and everyone knows they suck. I'd rather have my eardrums plucked out slowly than listen to this crap you call "music". Please..Do us all a favour and don't quit your day jobs