Yay!
Learned a new word today, haha.. Curren would know. I was suppose to go to Alpha today (church thing) BUT the person's kid who I watch at Alpha wasn't coming or the parents for that matter.. so I didn't have to go. Yay for me!
Well I will continue on with my story..
Now this girl, she was a pretty-good-all-around person. But she couldn't get that thought of him out of her head. All day long she thought about him, the way he seemed so different from everyone else. Just the mere sight of him caused all sorts of images to flood into her head. Every day she spent hours pondering over him. His walk, his face, his smile, everything about him. Something told her that she liked him because to her he was perfect. But yet something told her she didn't like him and it was all just an illusion. She didn't know what to make of him, everything about him made her feel so captivated in it all, all she wanted to do was snatch him and grip onto him for as long as she could. But then again she knew that could possibly be the worst thing anyone could do. For days she felt so flustered, not sure of what to say, of what she felt, of what everything meant. Could she be in the process of liking someone? Or could she just see past the person on the outside? All of this made absolutely no sense to her. But then one day it became visible, she was in fact, starting to like this wonderful guy she had seen and dreamed of for the longest time. But how in the world was she to tell people of this? How was she to describe what she felt, what she saw in him. She had dreamed of him so many times of just grabbing hold of him and telling him what she had seen in him, that she would believe in him when no one else would, that no matter what happened she would stay true to her word. All she wanted to do was to seize him from his walk and clasp around him and never let go. To her, letting go was like a death wish, and letting go meant letting everything slip. And she couldn't let that happen because she couldn't risk being crushed in such a way.
Well I will continue on with my story..
Now this girl, she was a pretty-good-all-around person. But she couldn't get that thought of him out of her head. All day long she thought about him, the way he seemed so different from everyone else. Just the mere sight of him caused all sorts of images to flood into her head. Every day she spent hours pondering over him. His walk, his face, his smile, everything about him. Something told her that she liked him because to her he was perfect. But yet something told her she didn't like him and it was all just an illusion. She didn't know what to make of him, everything about him made her feel so captivated in it all, all she wanted to do was snatch him and grip onto him for as long as she could. But then again she knew that could possibly be the worst thing anyone could do. For days she felt so flustered, not sure of what to say, of what she felt, of what everything meant. Could she be in the process of liking someone? Or could she just see past the person on the outside? All of this made absolutely no sense to her. But then one day it became visible, she was in fact, starting to like this wonderful guy she had seen and dreamed of for the longest time. But how in the world was she to tell people of this? How was she to describe what she felt, what she saw in him. She had dreamed of him so many times of just grabbing hold of him and telling him what she had seen in him, that she would believe in him when no one else would, that no matter what happened she would stay true to her word. All she wanted to do was to seize him from his walk and clasp around him and never let go. To her, letting go was like a death wish, and letting go meant letting everything slip. And she couldn't let that happen because she couldn't risk being crushed in such a way.