Day 32: Just call me Shakespeare

February 1: Flangiprop!

Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

He had finally decided to be honest with her, tell her how he felt. He had been in love with Angie from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Mark had never been one of the popular kids or well known ones. Actually he had been ignored by most of his classmates when he first started high school. Since a horrible freshman year, things had been getting better. He started putting an effort in and people noticed. But Angie had noticed him from the beginning. She had a lot of classes with him freshman year, and she didn’t ignore him. She helped him in math and he made sure she passed history when she thought all hope was lost. She had many friends, she was popular, but she was also his only friend. On the days freshman year got its most difficult, she talked him off the ledge. They kept in touch over the summer and she even got a few of her friends to come around and get to know him. Once you got to know him he was actually nice and got along well with people. Angie made Sophomore and Junior year fun and exciting and worthwhile. So with Summer break almost over, Mark decided Senior year was finally the time he was honest with Angie and told her. Told her he loved her and wanted to be with her and just kiss her and hold her. She called him the night before the first day. They didn’t talk about much but Mark didn’t tell her. He thought it would be better in person, over the phone wasn’t personal enough. He decided to tell her in the morning.

It had been a rough few days for Mark. Everything he thought he knew about life went out the door that night it all happened. He told himself it would go away, he told himself the pain and hurt and anger would not last. His flangiprop would haunt him forever and he would never be the same. He would have those words on the tip of his tongue, trying to escape his lips for an eternity.

flangiprop: When a person doesn’t say anything because they think they can say it tomorrow but never get the chance.

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