December 2009
9 posts
Dear Boy,
When I text you, it means I miss you. When I DON’T text you, it just means I’m waiting for you to miss me.
Love, Me
That's the thing about love...
The more you dream about it, the further it is from your reach. It gets all the more confusing as you try to analyze it. We can never be too sure if it’s just hyperactive hormones. But sometimes we’d like think that it’s deeper than “I like you, you like me. Let’s make out.” And when we set our emotions free, we tend to give everything we’re capable of, eventually saving nothing for ourselves....
Opposites Attract
I think I like you. I don’t know why. I know it sounds crazy, but I think it’s your smile. It brings me a delight to see you wink. No, wait a minute. That wasn’t a wink, that was a blink.
What was I thinking with that last line? Geese, I promise to be a little more suave this time. I know you’re not him or him or him or him. That’s a lot of choices, but those choices...
I Crush You.
So, I texted him a happy birthday while I was on my way to school. He didn’t reply for hours. I’m guessing he was still asleep. But when he finally did, Oh My Gosh! My insides backflipped, twisted and did the splits! Maybe I just missed him. And I’m not gonna try to hide my disappointment when we weren’t able to hang out because of our “conflicting schedules.”
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Dear Old Love
Giving up doesn’t make me weak. Moving on doesn’t mean I’m over it. Letting go doesn’t mean I can’t hold on.
I chose to do those things not because I wanted to, But because I had no other choice.
This is a good thing — You leaving. Me staying.
To fight. To keep living.
But at the end of it all, I got tired. Tired of making up excuses for your mistakes....
