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hopperforlucy:

Matt

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I’m in a writy mood and sad and romantic alrighty?

Thank you!

camiekahle:

asmilingmalice:

I maintain that this is the greatest gif on my dash right now.

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Can we discuss how good his butt is

mrs-sodapop-curtis:

“On the first page

Of our story

The future seemed so bright

I don’t know why I’m still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

And you take that to new extremes

But you’ll always be my hero

Even though you’ve lost your mind”

****

Our story isn’t a happy one.

When I was a little girl, I always thought about what my life would bring me.

I saw this path, this path full of good grades, lots of friends, happiness, the boy of my dreams, some kids, dying warm in my bed…

A fairy tale.

What I’m living isn’t even close to a fairy tale.

I can’t say it’s horror story, because there are these bursts of light and happiness, seeming to weight out the hardships.

But at the same time, it’s a dark story.

I, being the stupid girl I am, thought I could bring him out of his darkness, show him this light, the light I saw at my fairytale.

It worked.

For a while.

We met at a party at Buck’s.

He had just gotten out of jail, I think. He wasn’t drinking or smoking anything bad, he was on parole.

Not that jail scared him or anything, he just wanted to stay out of the cooler.

It was the cute classic type of thing; he kept looking at me and smiling, and I kept looking at him and smiling, till he came over and introduced himself.

In all honesty, he was a cocky ass hole, acting over confident, talking kind of dirty.

But I liked. He wasn’t the most compassionate boyfriend, but he treated me fair.

He told me I was the best girl he had.

He told me he loved me.

And I believed it.

And I still do.

I know he still loves me.

He may not show it in the way a lot of guys do, but I know he does.

I remember the first time it happened.

“You hit me once”

I was shocked.

Numb.

We had been dating, on and off thing that we did, one month together, two weeks apart, for two years.

He was eighteen and I was seventeen.

Young and stupid.

After he did it, we kinda stood and looked at each other, my hand covering my cheek.

And then he hugged me, kissed me. Told me he was so sorry. And swore he’d never do it again.

“You hit me once

I hit you back”

Then things started to get bad.

We were still in love.

I moved into his place at Buck’s.

I’m surprised they didn’t kick us out, from all the screaming, yelling, and banging stuff.

I remember one of the worst fights.

I can’t even remember what is over.

I was wearing one of his old wife-beaters, trying to cook, like a normal family would.

Even though it was grilled cheese… I was still trying.

He came in, ticked off at something.

I tried to calm him down, but ended up yelling too.

I hate to admit it; but I hit him first this time, as hard as I could.

And he hit back, out of impulse or anger I still don’t know.

I pushed him.

He pushed me.

We were both screaming and yelling and crying.

And he pushed just a little too hard

And I my hand went to catch my fall

And landed right on the burner.

Dally reacted immediately.

He picked me up, and sat me on the counter.

He got ice from the freezer, wrapped up in a towel, and pressed it to my hand.

The tears were spilling out my eyes.

I couldn’t really feel the pain in my hand, he was squeezing it, trying to make me feel better.

He didn’t say anything. Just looked really sad.

He put his hand on my cheek, wiping my tears and smudged mascara with his thumb.

And we just stood there like this, for a long time.

Just looking in each others eyes, him wiping the tears, pressing my hand.

“I don’t want to lose you now

I’m looking right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a place that you now hold

Show me how to fight for now

And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy

Comin’ back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along”

And he finally speaks.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispers. “Please don’t.”

I nodded. That’s all I could do.

And I remember everything I loved about him.

And the next morning, I woke up with bite marks, and bruises the size of fingerprints on my hips and back, with him laying next to me.

And it was the best feeling in the world.

It went on like this for another three years, and I never had the balls to leave.

Because I loved him.

And I still do.

Even if I’m here now.

Dally got arrested last night.

Someone saw him hit me, and I’m at a women’s facility.

They told me to write it all down, since I didn’t want to talk.

“On the first page

Of our story

The future seemed so bright

I don’t know why I’m still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

And you take that to new extremes

But you’ll always be my hero

Even though you’ve lost your mind”

I will still love Dallas Winston, no matter how hard he hits me.

Because he didn’t just stand there and watch me burn.

Because I was the best girl he ever had.

Because he loves me.

I know he does.