Is it bad that I wait to see the little red light alerting me of a message from you?
...'cause I do it. Every single time we start sending text messages. ugh. I just want to call you, but if you started talking like that to me, without me being able to blush and take time to gather my thoughts before a calculated response... I'd fall in love with you all over again, and I don't know if my heart can handle the beating once more.
heart torn - confused, but not broken. spirits tied down like helium balloons, teased by the idea of freedom... so close, and yet so very unattainable.
my brain is so overloaded with ideas, until every thought becomes fractured and disjointed. my thoughts become the pieces of a bigger, more complex jigsaw puzzle... one that comes without the instructions or a clear picture of how to put it together to make it work.
heart torn - confused, but not broken. spirits tied down like helium balloons, teased by the idea of freedom... so close, and yet so very unattainable.
my brain is so overloaded with ideas, until every thought becomes fractured and disjointed. my thoughts become the pieces of a bigger, more complex jigsaw puzzle... one that comes without the instructions or a clear picture of how to put it together to make it work.