cursivelywrittenmemories
Whenever I see you, I'm wistful. I give you a wistful smile, or a mere look. I wish we weren't like this. I'm sorry about before, and I'm sorry about now. I wish we could start over, but I know that's not like you. I guess it's whatever now, but I don't want it to be. I miss you, as a partner, or a friend.
I hope that this doesn't ensue our break up. I've always been the jealous type, and I hate seeing you with her. I know that we're together, but still. She's known you so much longer. Even if I wasn't jealous, why do you even like me? Is it because I'm smart and pretty? Those aren't reasons, those are just characteristics of myself. I feel like you don't know me and that really sucks. I just don't know what to do, to be honest. I really like you. Hell, I love you. And that, it means a lot to me. Love. So please, please stop saying it like you don't know what it means.
I don't think of myself as someone who has many enemies. I don't like displeasing people, so there is no reason for me to have enemies. There's not exactly much for me to write about on this topic, so yeah. I don't have enemies, and I would not like to have any enemies in the future.
I clasped my hand in yours. It was a nice, smooth feeling. Our hands fit together like one, like we were meant for each other. Like we were made to be one. I always believed in Plato's The Symposium, and now I know it's really true. We spend our whole lives searching for our other half, and I guess you're it. Scratch that. I know you're it.
Café. People go and drink coffee and teas at cafés. I would honestly love to visit one someday, with someone. Maybe like a date. It would be nice, yeah. In actuality, however, it's the person's company that I would like best. Not the café. But the person. So I guess I'll be looking for someone to go to a café with.
Magenta. Magenta is one of my favorite colors, but then again I have a lot of favorite colors. I never was able to choose just one color, which shows how indecisive I am. I can never just choose one. I'm selfish and greedy, so I have to have more. Then again, a lot of the human race is greedy. I shouldn't be too surprised.
I burrow my head deep into the sheets and pillows. The smell of Tide and bleach engulfed my body. I fell into a deep, deep, sleep for the next few hours. I woke up with dried tears and a very worried look on my face. I that a lot of things weren't gonna be okay. I had to make them okay myself, but that doesn't mean I wanted to.
Metro cards, metro busses. These things allow for you to travel to anywhere you want, at least in New York. I am grateful for this because it's a quick escape- an easy getaway. From all these little things that swallow a person, you can just run away, let alone it be for 5 minutes or 5 hours. It sets you and every inch of you free.
Geometric. Shapes. Figures. I've always been good at math. It's my favorite subject. I know not a lot of people don't like math because it confuses them. But for me, it's so logical. I love having to think about expressions and equations and it fills my head and I love it. I think I'll teach math when I grow older.
I am attracted to you and your flaws and everything about you. How you're so curious about everything, how you like corn flakes over frosted ones, all these little things make me so attracted you and everything you are. Too bad you don't feel the same way about me and my flaws. My nervousness, how I'm so tense, and how I speak too fast and then I mumble about little insignificant things. I'm not sure if you'll ever be attracted to me the way I'm attracted to you, but I really hope you'll end up loving me.
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