I actually enjoy it when my friends call you unattractive.
It's like your beauty is this secret world, all for me.
I am not the kind of girl who flirts with just any guy. I am not a girl who is good at flirting. I won't go on a date with someone I don't know. I don't tell just anybody my secrets or about myself. It is hard for someone to get inside my walls. I push everyone away. I believe that I have sorta pushed you away. I am sorry and I want you in my life.
I'm still thinking about you. I know you're over there and I'm all the way over here. But I can't help but think about the time we shared and what's still to come for us...
Is it silly to think there's anything coming for us?
Even so, I'll indulge in my fantasies of the slightest possibility that
you and I aren't quite done...not just yet.
Someone was playing the piano and I commented, "I feel like I should be waltzing to this." To which the player of said piano said, "you should! It's a waltz!"
So, of course, I pretend-waltzed alone around, with my palm rested on a pretend man's shoulder.
You were pretend-waltzing with your hand nestled in the crook of a pretend woman's waist.
We collided, and you said, "shall we dance?" I replied, "But of course!"
So, I rested my palm on your shoulder, and you nestled your hand in the crook of my waist.
We waltzed. I stepped on your toes countless times.
You taught me how to box step and to fox trot. You spun me around. I felt like a princess.
After the song ended, you said, "thank you for the dance, milady." And I curtsied, and said, "thank you, kind sir."
That was the moment that I realized that I am truely, deeply, in love with you.
"Where have you been? I haven't felt you around lately" I said as you came up behind me and embraced me in your warmth.
"Oh, please." You whispered. "I am so around."
I turned to face you, and of course, you weren't really there.
But there is no such thing as coincidence, I think, as I blow a kiss of thanks to the heavens.
This is you, as loud and as clear as you are able to be.
I never thought that I'd love again. I was with someone for two years, and they broke my heart. It took me eight months after breaking up to realize how toxic they were to me. Honestly, I almost took my life over this person. I was hospitalized. I know that I'll always love them. They were my first love. You always love your first love, right? Well, as I began... I never thought that I'd love again. Almost a year after my break up with an extremely toxic individual, I love again. I love her so much. I'm so glad that I met her almost four months ago and I am even more glad that we've learned to love each other. I'm not in love with her yet, but I will be. I can see our future, and I know that it will be bright. The only problem is, she's on the other side of the country. It pains me not to be able to kiss and hold her whenever I desire (which would be like, every passing second of the day). The distance will end, though. It'll all work out. She's made me happier than I've ever been. She's replaced that toxic with something magestic. I love her. She's changed my life. She's made me, me again.
things that break my heart
1) Old people grocery shopping alone
2) Bad coffee
3) Pretty girls with crooked smiles--aka you.
OH SHIT OH SHIT I WROTE A POEM ABOUT YOU AND THEY PRINTED IT IN MY SCHOOL'S LITERARY MAGAZINE
My ignorance never ceases to amaze me.
Ever since I came to high school, I have been searching for the perfect person to be with, when he has been staring me in the face for almost a year.
Every day, from the moment I came into class, he would ask me how my day was. How I was feeling.
I just ranted about this or that. I never returned the question. Never asked him about his day. His feelings. I never even made the effort to find out his last name.
Today, I came into class as usual, and he smiled and asked me about my day. I ranted about how I came in late, forgot my books, was having a sucky morning.
And then, something magical happened. When he looked into my eyes, I looked back. And the realization of my blindness struck me.
There he was, sitting there, facing me, asking about my day. He always listened and tried to relate to what I was saying. He never cared that I showed no interest in him. That I blew him off my shoulder.
He was beautiful, inside and out. And I actually saw him.
The boy from Biology.