Maybe to a faraway land to pursue her career...
She stepped on the slick first step on the train.
"Are you sure...I'm doing the right thing?" She was doubtful. He smiled kindly and waved.
" Of course you are" He walked up and held her in his arms. She smiled and weeped and weeped some more.
"Always remember" He barely whispered in her ear "You are with me wherever I go..." He brushed her lips with his. Then there was no space between them. He picked her up and they swirled around on the grass.
"I will never forget you" she said through a veil of tears "I love you"
Then she was gone. Off to some place unknown to make a difference in the world. She looked out the window to the smiling face she knew and loved. He stood there waving and laughing, not knowing if his love would return to him one day. For he loved her very much and needed her to survive. She was his dearest love.
*sings* She's got a ticket to ride, she's got a ticket to riiiide, she's got a ticket to riiide, and she don't care!
Love that song.:)
Sandy, that's beautiful writing. Just beautiful.
Cool drawing! Reminds me a bit of the song "America" by Simon&Garfunkle. Her suitcase kinda looks like a bottle of wine, though. :P
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She stepped on the slick first step on the train.
"Are you sure...I'm doing the right thing?" She was doubtful. He smiled kindly and waved.
" Of course you are" He walked up and held her in his arms. She smiled and weeped and weeped some more.
"Always remember" He barely whispered in her ear "You are with me wherever I go..." He brushed her lips with his. Then there was no space between them. He picked her up and they swirled around on the grass.
"I will never forget you" she said through a veil of tears "I love you"
Then she was gone. Off to some place unknown to make a difference in the world. She looked out the window to the smiling face she knew and loved. He stood there waving and laughing, not knowing if his love would return to him one day. For he loved her very much and needed her to survive. She was his dearest love.
Love that song.:)
Sandy, that's beautiful writing. Just beautiful.
Cool drawing! Reminds me a bit of the song "America" by Simon&Garfunkle. Her suitcase kinda looks like a bottle of wine, though. :P