"How do you know when you're in love?" "All the songs make sense." --Castle and Beckett in Castle (which is an amazing tv show)
I used to think that maybe, if we were meant to be together, some deep force of fate would pull us together. But how can fate bring us together if we don't admit to one another how we feel?
I LOVE YOU.
I had a dream we were married. We had two kids, and we were so happy together.
But that can't be a reality if you never know.
I guess I'm not a secret admirer anymore (Except that you don't read this blog), but that's ok.
When I'm around you, I feel like there's a herd of dragons in my stomach, and that I might sprout wings and fly at any second.
Everything I know is flipped upside down, because it's so easy to be with you.
I love you. Even when I tried to tell myself that you aren't ready to love me back, I do. I can't help it. You're just so amazing.
My mind was open
My eyes were
The stars were out
But I couldn't see
Through the cracks
In my bedroom wall
So I searched the land
To find a clue
A pointer to where you are
Are you there?
I know you can see this
The moon is high above me
So far below your feet
I'll wait for you
At the station
The place we said
I closed my eyes
So I wouldn't
I haven't posted in a while, mainly because of school.
I've started taking biology this year, and it's really cool!
I really am not great at sitting still though, so i doodled on a piece of paper while i learned the difference between chromosomes, and chromatids...
It was a work of art.
We just got back from fancy dinner out, and I'm walking down the stairs to the basement, while talking to me sister and suddenly I scream a high pitched girly squeal of terror. I look again at what freaked me out and start laughing uproariously.
"I just scared myself!"
My sister walks over to see how. She looks down the stairs and shrieks. Then she starts laughing too.
Our dad comes to see what's happening, and just says, "Oh my god."
My mom calls out from across the hallway, "What's going on?"
"Come see for yourself!" My dad replies.
My mom looks down the stairs, and joins us in laughing.
I am sitting on my parent's bed. My mom is nursing my little sister, who is not quite one. My mom is watching TV. I have no idea what is happening.
That is the only memory I have of September 11, 2001.
I was only four, and my parents shielded me from the whole thing. Honestly, I didn't ever hear my Mom's side of that memory until a few months ago.
She picks up the phone and calls her dad. "Turn on the TV." "What channel?" "Just turn it on."
My aunt told me that at first, they thought it was just an accident. And then the second plane hit.
If you were there, thank you.
Thank you for rushing in, for risking your life on the slight chance that you could save someone else's.
I must say, I have never done this before, so if my posts are crap, sorry.
Recently, I lost one of my best friends in the world.
We had an argument, and she decided that our three years as nearly sisters were over.
I cried for three weeks waiting to hear from her.
Do me a favor:
If you don't want to be friends with someone anymore, tell them.
Just go email them, facebook them, call them, text them, or best of all, talk to them face to face.
Seriously, all I'm asking is that you have enough courtesy and courage to be honest, instead of letting them believe that it can still be fixed.