I like your hugs. You give good hugs. You should give me hugs more often.
It's difficult to describe my love for you. If love were something easy, it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be powerful. It wouldn't be something worth fighting for.
Every now and then, life may take a short intermission. You have to stop yourself, grab some water, stretch your limbs. But, sometimes when you least expect it, someone comes along who makes your story resume. Someone who lets you catch your breath, and realize that the show must go on. Just when you've forgotten, you're reminded that the curtain will rise for Act Two. The conflict will be resolved. This wasn't the end, after all.
Someone who ushers you into your happy ending.
For me, that person was you.
And to me, that's love.
When I read these letters, I sometimes want to comment and ask, "Are you this boy I know who lives where I live? Does your name start with a J? Do you have a bump on your nose? Are you unmatched in wit? Is art your secret talent that you don't think is good enough? Did you once tell all your secrets to a girl with a flat nose and sarcastic quips but now dance around as a stranger?"
I wish it was you, every single time.
us humans;
we're intricately made and crafted to have a natural compulsion to fill empty spaces. which explains why we crave and yearn for that one person to love us the way we love them. we're all waiting for that one person to fill the empty space in us, to complete us - as one.
I got the courage to comment on her facebook status.
And.. I'm glad. She's actually really nice and funny. I thought she'd just ignore my comment but... She didn't!
I think it was good for me.
School starts in 9 days. I'm going to talk to her!
In person! I can't wait.
I've always loved the idea of you, but then you go ahead and make the real you even better.
How will I ever move on from this? I'll always love you, even when you can't do the same.
I can barely look at anyone else with any feeling. You consume me.
I thought I had moved on, but I finally saw you today and it's like I was home.
Girl,
Nothing makes me happier than when our fingers become entangled, the way vines criss-cross together. Even if it's just for a moment. Even if we're just friends. Even if I'll never forget the way that you make me feel, I guess you could say that during these times, I feel free.
Boy