I'm great at being myself around people, being honest, always talking, talking, talking, and usually saying things that are profound or interesting or at least make sense.
I've found the guy that makes me speechless and makes me sound like an idiot when I'm with him. A baffling, blushing fool.
I'm great at hiding how I feel, sometimes. Hiding if I'm upset, worried, nervous.
I've found the guy that can read my like a book. Look me in in the eye and know something is wrong.
I always believed that you only love when you're older, more mature, and that you can't find love in high school.
I've found the guy that could show me I was wrong.
I tend to daydream a whole lot. About the perfect guy, the perfect date, the perfect situation, all having to happen right on the dot, right at the perfect time.
I've found the guy that makes every situation seem perfect, romantic and totally amazing, as long as I'm with him.
He makes me speechless.
He makes me laugh 'til I cry.
He holds me and it feels right.
His kisses are breathtaking.
His smile is addicting.
I always find myself looking over at him
Or find myself thinking about him.
He's at the back of my mind.
He makes me feel so whole and yet so broken all at once.
We can talk for hours, about anything, and he tells me everything
and I tell him everything.
I trust him.
I respect him.
I admire him.
I may love him. Who knows.
But I'm just happy that I found him. :]
at least now when I'm young and don't have to face the world just yet
and I can live in this dream of youth and high school dreams.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
---------> FLASH TO REALITY. 12/5/08
I've realized how silly I really was.
How I believed that merely a guy could make you happy.
And how now I really, REALLY worry that's all that girls are willing to believe - happiness has to come from a guy, some silly boy.
He was a great boyfriend - while it lasted.
Shortly after the original blog of this was written, merely eleven days after, he completely broke my heart - call it that if you will - and it was a terrible break-up.
Since then, I've been different.
He's been different.
WE'VE been different.
I didn't delete this blog, not so I could curl up and read it and feel hopeless and sad.
But so I could look back on it and realize how much I've progressed. How much I've come to know myself, to know my standards, to never really fall for a guy like I had, when I realized I hadn't fallen at all.
I never knew a definition of love. I thought he was it.
But I was so, so wrong. smile
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Lalala, 'alo there.
I probably won't write here much.
But if I do it's probably pointless.
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