As humans, We are constantly thinking about dying. Polution, hunger, poverty, asteroids, invasion (human or otherwise), global warming, ozone, heartbreak, drowning, burning, Fire and Ice. But nobody has ever stopped to think of the other alternative. The alternative that should scare us to death. WHAT IF WE SURVIVED
So, for five years I've liked this guy but have never had the balls to tell anyone cause I was too proud/nervous/scared/ashamed/gutless/selfish, take your pick. For FIVE YEARS! It got to the point that I was convinced I was in love with the guy. I mean, that's pretty extreme seeing as I'm only fifteen. Anyway, this secret crush goes on and on, until I realise I havent actually spoken to or seen him in ages, and I finally fall out of love. Then, only yesterday, I was chatting with a mate and we were talking about guys we thought were hot, one thing led to another and this guy was all of a sudden the topic of conversation! The horrible part is, I could finally confess to her that I crushed on this guy for an insane amount of time (not giving any specifics) and she goes - hey! I've got his number! Here you go, I'll send it to you and you better text him! Otherwise I'll do it myself. In fact, I spoke to him just the other day, he's a good guy, real sweet. There you go, sent it! !!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe that ! Five years without any hope of contact, just the fantasies in my head and the first time I tell anyone how much I like this guy, she not only knows him, knows what he's turned out to be, but promises me contact with him, regardless of whether it's me or her that starts the convo! Damn it.
I've got halo's made of summer, Rhythms made of spring what she wears what she wears what she wears I've got crowns of words a woven, Each one a song to sing Oh I sing Oh I sing Oh I sing - Something In The Water