Dedicated.

So last night and pretty much my whole have been dedicated to One Direction. Like not in the music sense, but in the stare at photos of them forever until after I start ugly cry. I mean C'MON! Louis is so sassy like I can't even!

 

Easy and Overdue.

No, this isn't hard at all.. It's kind of like blinking you hardly even think about the fact that you're doing it. That you're actually talking to him. That talking to him feel exactly like the way that old song you barely hear anymore said; like "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day." This story is long overdue.

The way he doesn't even act like he acknowledges our age difference. How he doesn't flirt but you still get butterflies and melt like the witch from the Wizard of Oz as you talk. And that's all we do. Talk that is. Send a Kitty sticker here and a Cactus sticker there. This story is long overdue.

That awkward moment when I told you, "I'd be lying if I said you weren't attractive," was true, but when I said that I was talking about inside your heart too. We may differ in ways, like our tastes in music... But in other way we are simular, like how we feel of Zombies. And even as I create this I get distracted; constantly looking at the tabs on my dimly set screen checking for your next reply. And I just swear I'm going mad, psychotic even as type what feels so accurate yet not even close to what I want to say. Yet, as overdue as this story may be... It'll have to wait for another time a different day.

And even as I wrote what was supposed to be the end, you call me your friend and now there's a burning in my heart of hope.



"To say nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization.
To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our own actions, and that we must live with the consequences whether glorious or tragic." ~ Ezio Auditore

"You're only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely!" ~ Kaida Aimizi