Tyson Descriptive Writing

Germany’s crisp winter air crept beneath the door as the beige-brown blanket held me tight. My phone read 11:30 pm and my eyelids began to feel heavy and started to slide down like blinds on a window. My body jolted as my phone vibrated in my hand. Tyson had sent me a text. It sounds cliché but Tyson was my everything. He was as tall as a tree and whenever we walked together I felt like an ant next to a skyscraper. His eyes were made of little caramel candies and they sparkled when the sunlight hit them. His hands were thick winter gloves that felt rough to the touch. But as of them, we were not on good terms. We had been arguing constantly about childish things, things children don’t even argue about. I swiped down on the notification bar
The smell of kettle corn hit my nose and I wrapped myself in the blankets arranged neatly on the floor. I stared off blankly into space and thoughts began to flood my brain. How was it so easy for someone so significant to my life to walk away from me, just like that? Alexis grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw them in her mouth one by one. Through a muffled voice she said, “I can’t believe he broke up with you over text.” I couldn’t come up with a reason why someone I valued would throw me away as if I were a wrapper from a piece of candy or a dead battery because I was all used up. I reread the text messages over and over again as I shoveled a spoonful of cold, creamy, coconut ice cream into my mouth. “Tyson is typing…,” appeared on my screen and I quickly tapped out of the conversation. “I’ve got to go,” said Tyson. I began to cry in the arms of my best friend. I realized how grateful I was to have her. Alexis quietly but clearly told me, “Everything will be okay. Even though things aren’t okay now, they will be.” This experience taught me how everyone and everything in life is temporary. To this day I still remember to cherish my best friend even if she lives across the world. On the other hand, I have had trouble trusting people in relationships and even in friendships. But I promise I will be better. I tell myself that one person’s mistakes should not define everybody. I tell myself second chances can occur more than twice and that there are people out there with good intentions and wanting to make someone smile. I promise every day, I will become a better version of myself