I hate that awkward moment when you try to act so hard that you’re not looking at her while you’re trying your hardest not to look at your crush who’s passing by the hall in the opposite direction.
Don’t tell me that you want to go steady with me when you don’t mean it. I fall too fast, hurt too much, remember too many and believe too easily about these things.
My heart can take just so much.
|Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation.|
|Love is flirting ourtageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect.|
|Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it's acceptance.|
|Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience.|
|Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it's exploration.|
|Love doesn not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands.|
|Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration.|
|Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility.|
|Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor.|
|Love is being told "stop and i'll kill you." It's desire.|
|Love is reviewing the damge to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it's abandonment.|
|Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth.|
|Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it's joy.|
|Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstacy.|
|Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal.|
|Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rathr be woken, it's tenderness.|
|Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality.|
|Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness.|
|Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it's practicality.|
|Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it's closeness.|
|Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust.|
|Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith.|
|Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore" it's a lesson in human frailty.|
|Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a prezel, it's adaptation.|
|Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection.|
|Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it's loneliness.|
|Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal.|
As I was looking through some albums of mine in facebook, I couldn’t help but wonder about the drastic changes that had happened to me in a span of let’s say a year?
I have become more aware of the things that are happening around me, I have become more emotional per se when people tell me something wrong about me, I have become so judgemental about the people who I never even talk to, I have become more emotionally down when someone tells me “no”, I immediately say something stupid when I get this hint of a chance or hope when someone else talks to me and so on and so fort.
As I was looking at some of my pictures, I can’t help but wonder where and when everything began to change. I was in shock as I read through my status how different I have become as the months went by.
All I though until this very day that maybe I was still the person I were two years ago, or maybe I could still be that person I were two years ago but reality sank in and told me that I couldn’t, that it was really too late for me to ever go back and live the way I have lived through life two years ago.
I hate that heart vs. mind conversation where I always end up listening to my heart, making a fool out of myself and getting hurt in the end.
I just thought that we could be. Funny how I thought that we could be. Silly of me to think that you would actually waste your time on me. How stupid of me to think that you’d fallen in love with me.
Guess I was wrong. But hey, what’s new? I just thought that it would be different this time but I wasn’t surprised that I was wrong yet again.
I’ll be more careful next time. I’m gonna put my walls up.
|Guy:||I like you.. I like you enough to have the guts to tell you that I do. I like you that much that I'd love to take you out and buy you chocolates and flowers on a friday night. I, I like you enough that whenever you're right next to me gravity feels more evident making it hard to talk to you, you make me stutter and nervous in such a way all I want to reply to your warm hello is "I think you're beautiful" and I, I, I think I like you that much that I'd love the thought of me holding your hand while we're talking about just about anything in your house sitting on your couch with your father right by my side and your mother right by yours.|
What you see and what you feel perse isn’t always what you get. When you think that she’s laughing at your jokes, giving you a lot of attention, enjoys your company, talks to you about her dreams, holds your hand when you’re sad and alone, makes your day or just makes you smile doesn’t really mean that she’s in to you or thinks you’re boyfriend material for her.
Sometimes, it’s all about putting her thoughts into words; she needs to tell you that she likes you when you ask her if she does. Because sometimes, we act and do things that we are not supposed to do because we think that it’s fitting and right when actually she just thinks that you’ve understood her body language and actions the wrong way then after that, you’ll just feel sad because you’ve got it all wrong in the end.