Love
What is love? Why do we love others, how does this cycle start and end? Right now I am in love, but I've failed to communicate that point. I've been the nice guy, falling into the cracks of friendship while my feelings build up more and more each day. Now she's leaving for 30 days to go halfway around the world. Sure it's only 30 days and well; I'm probably better off not telling her how exactly I feel. But love is an interesting thing. We often meet people and say things like, "wow they are gorgeous" and other notes on someone's physical appearance.
When I met her, I buckled at the knees when I felt the full front of her personality. I met a girl who is genuine, sharp, talented, tactful, and not to mention pretty. What I took away from our first evening was the taste of someone who is capable of great things, capable of getting anywhere she wants because she's seen the world through a critical lens- a lens that not everyone would survive; however she did. And she is who she is because of that experience. She left me impressed, anxious and excited wanting more time to take her in.
Right now love is a blood-boiling burning anxiety I feel to tell her everything that's in my head, to grab her and never let go. I know I can't right now, and that's what kills me. I could just tell her, but the situation has to be appropriate. I may be young, but I cannot escape what I feel. My emotions are a product of my being and therefore they cannot be ignored.
If there is a will there is a way, if there is want it can be achieved... right?
I want to tell you, I love you... and I am going to miss you more that you may care to know.
Selfish it may be, I just have a feeling that this could be great.
I love you.
When I met her, I buckled at the knees when I felt the full front of her personality. I met a girl who is genuine, sharp, talented, tactful, and not to mention pretty. What I took away from our first evening was the taste of someone who is capable of great things, capable of getting anywhere she wants because she's seen the world through a critical lens- a lens that not everyone would survive; however she did. And she is who she is because of that experience. She left me impressed, anxious and excited wanting more time to take her in.
Right now love is a blood-boiling burning anxiety I feel to tell her everything that's in my head, to grab her and never let go. I know I can't right now, and that's what kills me. I could just tell her, but the situation has to be appropriate. I may be young, but I cannot escape what I feel. My emotions are a product of my being and therefore they cannot be ignored.
If there is a will there is a way, if there is want it can be achieved... right?
I want to tell you, I love you... and I am going to miss you more that you may care to know.
Selfish it may be, I just have a feeling that this could be great.
I love you.