A lot of my friends don’t understand why I cry when I read some books. I get myself lost in the characters I’m imagining as I read, that I forget that they’re fictional. Sometimes I wish I were the characters in the books, so I can pick up where the author left off and continue on into a happy ending.
i said i like you. thats really all you know. if only you knew. if only you knew how i really feel. at night i go to sleep thinking of you. in the morning i wake up thinking of you. all day i think of you. i wish i still got “good morning” and “good night” texts from you. i wish i still got texts out of the blue from you. i wish i could get another text from you saying “i miss you” i wish you liked me back. i wish you liked me the way i like you. i wish i could be with you. i want to be with you. i want you. i want you so bad. sometimes i just want to hold your hand. touch you. be near you. hear you. see you. talk to you. love you.
i think its cute how you can never look at me when you talk to to me. you get shy around me. i think its cute how you “play” fight with me. i think you’re cute when you make your :o faces irl. i think your face is cute.
i love your personality. i love your taste in music. i love your eyes. i love your smile. i love the way you get a little insecure when you’re unsure of the response to something you send me. i love how you’re kind of shy around me. i love that your favorite color is blue becuase its one of mine as well. i love everything about you.
Subconsciously told him "I just looked in the mirror, have I really looked this bad all day?" He said, "No your mirror is on crack." I didn't mean to say it to him, but that response honestly made my day.
Dear immune system, I'm really over this "sick" thing. So could you please send your best white cells and fight off those evil germs? Maybe even call osmosis jones? Well, thanks a bundle. Love always, me.