where my brain is obsessed with you before i realize i like you yet.
congratulations… you are now pretty much a part of my every thought. :)
i honestly dont know where it all came from… i didnt think i liked you this much.
then it hit me.
holy crap did it hit me hard.
and i cried.
because i missed you…
and it had only been a day and a half.
a month seems like forever in that perspective, but im thinking of the big picture.
and the big picture is, you getting out, finally happy to be alive, clean and fixed, meeting me at the pool, and us hanging out laughing in the summer sun.
what can i say? you’re my project. but i love the living crap out of you. which is why im trying so hard to help you through it.
wanna know a secret? the second it hit me i was also the most ecstatic i had been in awhile. sofia comes in and says “hey madi i have a present for you” and i had been feeling like crap so i didnt wanna get up. but she made me. and all the time im thinking to myself “what could possibly make me feel any better?” while im following her backstage.
then i see it.
in the shadows by the back door.
blonde hair, a big blue jacket, and the northface symbol.
im pretty sure my heart stopped for a little bit.
i almost kissed you. haha but i got too caught up in wrapping my arms around you and never wanting to let you go. because i knew the second i did you would be swept away from me with nothing left for me to hold on to but a bag of tootsie pops, a note, and your scent fading from the air.
yes i know i am totally over romanticising this… but i am a teenage girl. and we tend to do that a lot.
this is just to say that you’re one of my best friends.
and im always here to listen.
this is just to say that ill miss you.
but im always gonna be here supporting you when you need the strength.
this is just to say…
that i love and care about you.
more than you can imagine.
and i promise… we will get through this together.
i have been extremely busy… dont even ask. :/
imma post a little something that makes me giggle.
so yesterday in lit class, my teacher was like “freewrite… what does it mean to be a man?”
and then afterwards he goes around the class and everybody is like:
LOYAL. RESPECTFUL. PROVIDER. PROTECTOR. MASCULINE. etc, etc.
he gets to me and im like
“To be a man, you must be swift as a coursing river… with all the force of a great typhoon… with all the strength of a raging fire… and mysterious as the dark side of the moon.”
i was pretty freaking proud of myself. :) but now i know why he thinks i dont take honors lit seriously……… its because i dont.
is the most amazing person in the world.
all you haters out there need to get off her back.
WE HAD MATCHING PALM READINGS!!
i love her very much.