Foolish
I know that I am foolish. Why am I so. I want love so badly but it doesn't feel the same way. I want a kiss that makes the world turn upside down, and then he turns it right side up again. I want someone so bad and it feels good to know that I can not have them. Knowing that because I can not have them, then I can't get hurt. But I want to kiss him, because I have dreamt it, and dreams can not satisfy my wantings. Dreams make me want more, and that is all I want. He knows how to kiss, I know he does, don't ask me how, but I do. He's had too many girlfriends not to know. He is everything perfection ever was. He is gorgeous, he's flirty and says I need to smile more, does that mean that he thinks I smile pretty. I would smile for whole world if he thought I smiled pretty. He's the religion I am, which is not really what matters, but it is a definite plus. He's a year older than I and he is taller. What was God thinking when he sent this tease of a boy down to me. He is so wonderful, and perfect, but I am not that to him. I am probably just another girl who is crazy about him to him. And the worst part is, he probably knows. The best part of him though, is his voice. It is a pet peeve of mine. The guy's voice has to be soothing and masculine. His is just that way. Is someone going to tell me why perfection comes in a blonde six foot tall body that is called Caleb?