Stolen Days I looked out the window, staring at the birds in the trees. He was moving, and I didn't know where. My heart hurt, I sighed. Then I remembered what Mom had told me,"There is no end to love, Darling.Its a never-ending cycle." I chuckled to myself, remembering what I had said."But Mother, he was the one, I know he was!" Stolen days, that's what they were. I'll miss him, but there will be another, there always is. Well, Mom was right, all I need to know is there's no end to love. And I was only seven, but I'm sixteen now.It's always stolen days that you miss the most. But I'll have to live with it. The land of California is full of people, so I'll meet another. Ah, stolen days... ~~~~ Caydence123
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