Posts tagged love
Posts tagged love
It’s difficult not knowing how someone thinks about you. It also doesn’t help that I have this tendency to think that no one in their right mind would “like like” me. When they do “like like” me (which is rare), I want to ask them if they’re sure.
My other problem with this stuff is when someone is hot and cold with me. You cannot just lead me on and be sweet, amazing, and what not to me one second then treat me like I have the plague the next. If you like me, awesome. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Just don’t bring me along on this emotional roller coaster of hot and cold. I’m better than that and so are you.
I am unusually. I don’t typically fall in love with real people, you see. I fall in love with fictional characters. In a way, it’s not so bad because I can escape in the book they live in as much as I want. I can see them whenever I want. Maybe this makes me a bit crazy and a nerd but I guess I don’t mind. I love Ron Weasley. I can’t help it, I just do. I think Ron is a great representation of how people are when they get jealous. Sure, jealous is not pretty but I appreciate it. I think he is funny, brave and stupid (but in a good way). I guess I feel like I relate to him in a way because I do question myself and if I’m good enough. I love Peeta too. I thought Peeta secretly loving Katniss was honestly sweet. I felt as though once he admitted it, he was determined to get to be with her. I admire his caring. I appreciate how he used his baking skills in the Hunger Games. Admittedly, whenever I hear that a guy can bake, he becomes 10 million times more attractive to me. These are just two examples but I seriously have a list. I chose the most popular ones to talk about. The list will grow though because I’ll never stop reading.
I’m just a girl. I’m so incredibly imperfect but that’s okay. I change my mind. I screw up. I forget. I lose control. Somedays I wake up and I just don’t care. Sometimes I wake up and I just want to stay in bed. I like to jump in puddles (when my rain boots are on) like I’m five years old. I like to drink hot coco or tea and lay in bed reading. When no one is home, I blast my music and dance around like a madman. I get home sick. But not just sick of my house but like sick of the past. I know I can’t get those moments back. I know that I have to move on. I know this and I know that still I’m stubborn. Moving on isn’t easy for me. I still like to wish at 11:11. I claim to have given up on love because I’m sick of being hurt but when I watch love stories, I always wish that it was MY story. I often feel like I am a cliché, hypocrite, conflicted and ironic. I am fearful of things. I am often wrong. But give me a break, I’m just a girl. I’m just an imperfect girl.
They say that the people you make friends with in high school won’t always be your friends. I never wanted to believe that that was true. I’m a freshman and college and haven’t seen my best friends in a month. Over the weekend, I saw them and it was like an instant connection again. We were the group of friends that saw each other and we’re so happy to see them. We hung out and had a great time. We planned what we wanted to do next. Sure, it’s been a month and we’re freshman. I get that but when I’m around these people I feel like I belong. I feel like we have an unbreakable bond. Maybe this is unrealistic, but I never want to break that bond, NEVER EVER.
How do you think it feels to be ignored? How do you think it feels when you talk but everyone is bored? You try your best yet fail again. When will this madness end? You try to defy others and reach to the sky. But eventually, you’ll make it there so ignore their lies.
One day your dream will come true. It will happen. I swear.
I yearn for a twist in fate. Sure yeah, a happy ending sounds out of date. We all know that happy endings are so old school but I’ve made up my mind. It’s too late. Just because it’s not easy, doesn’t mean that its fake. You have to work hard to get what you want. I’m willing to work hard if you’ll make a start. Please try it now before it all goes tart. I have my hopes and dreams and I include you there. Sometimes life is not fair. But don’t you think I’m the one who would dare. I want a happy ending, there.
Sometimes it’s easier said than done. Sometimes it’s hard to know if they’re not the one. Sometimes it’s hard to accept the truth. Oh, BL, I’m not over you. Sure we have our differences, I mean who doesn’t but thats not to say it wasn’t worth a shot. I mean we were both caught. Suspended in mid air and when we were alone neither of us cared. You would try to sing, and I would laugh. We’d talk for hours and hours, no one knew the half…of it.