DifferenceDifference.What does it mean to us?We believe difference to be a hindrance,Be it language, religion, or the color of our skin,Culture, custom, tradition within.They say we should learn to like the same thingsTo believe the same, or not at allTo be able to live as one on this spinning blue ball.I say no, for to me, difference is color:Would a rainbow be as beautiful in shades of grey,Or flowers as lovely, if the colors drained away?So for me, difference is the only thingMaking life truly worth living.
Love Story Chapter 2~ Chapter 2 ~ Here we are, 12 years later. Rosie is still my very best friend, and my feelings for her run deeper every day. She still doesn't know that I love her; I've been too afraid to tell her. So many fears are keeping me from her I'm scared that she'll say no. I'm scared that I'll drive her away. I'm scared that something will happen and she'll stop being my friend. That's my biggest fear of all. I can't not have her in my life, and I want to be so much more to her than just a friend. I need to stop being so afraid."Eli! Wait for me!" I heard that sweet voice and my knees turned to pudding. I turned around to see my beautiful red-head trotting towards me. My heart stopped and my limbs went numb. Even though I feel that way when she's far away, somehow, when she's close, I feel comfortable and those symptoms go away."Eli, how come ya c'n never wait more th'n five minutes for me?""It's not my fault you're slow. I gotta get t