I know I’m still young and there’s a lot of time for things to happen, but sometimes I think there is something about me that’s wrong, that I’m not the kind of person anyone can fall in love with, and that I’ll always just be alone.
I want to tell you that I’m falling in love with you. ‘Like’ was never the word to describe what I felt for you. I was enamored. I think I was in love with you on that very first day and since then I’ve found more reasons to love you and my heart has become more and more of you and now it’s all you. This thing in my chest– it’s got your name carved all over it and I never saw it happen. One day I woke up and I said to myself, “I’m in love with you and that’s it.” That is it. You and me? I want this. I want this painful, crazy, swirling thing and I want it with you. And not a lot of people can say that.
Yes, you have my heart. But you also have the breath caught in my lungs and the blood that goes through my veins. Each bone in my spine, each bone in my body. Every muscle aches and surges without you. You have so much more than my heart. You have every single thing it keeps alive.
OKAY SO EMBARRASING STORY. So I decided to talk to a boy whom I liked, and to my concern my cleavage was out. HARD. LIKE NOT SOME LITTLE BOOB CRACK. I MEAN LIKE ALMOST TO MY NIPPLE. Not only that, I said Hi, he said hi, I said how are you, AND I RESONDED WITH HI HOW ARE YOU. NOT EVEN ASWERING THE FUCJEEERNHUF QUESTION. ALSO I JUST AWKARDLY WALKED AWAY TL;DR- I made a fool out of myself infront of bae.