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wistful
I don't really miss you anymore, but I miss who I was then. I miss summer. I miss school. I miss the time I had free. I miss the way your eyes followed me like I was worth everything, And I miss the way I could trust so firmly. You can't go back, and I rarely want to, but I wish I could feel it once more.
wistful
I think I'll let myself get soaked. Why do we hide when it rains? It's just water. Back when I loved you, Why did you run away? It was only love. Yes, I think I'll stay out a while And enjoy the rain.
catapult
Fell in love? More like tripped. I was not the dreamy kind of girl. I was recovering from a too long dysfunctional relationship. And then you catapulted me into liking you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your love of science fiction and classic rock. I'm not exactly annoyed, but I am confused. How do I like you so much already?
creature
Sometimes, when everyone is asleep, and the world seems to have calmed down for a moment, I feel like the entire universe consists only of my little room. Arrogant, I know. This feeling is usually good, but also frequently unbearable. Despite this, I often find myself wondering, if I never go to sleep, will morning still come? Would the sun still rise? Would I once again find myself wishing I had the power to pause everything so I could go back to sleep without losing precious being time? Or maybe, just maybe, would not the earth beneath my feet slow to a halt and take a break from its busy life spent hurtling through space at a truly incredible speed? I digress. So I turn on a Hank Williams album and pretend that this obsession does not make me a country music fan while I wait for sleep to reach into my brain and shush it. I would tell you that it listens, but then I would have even less than the flimsy excuse for my nonsensical dream I have now. In the end, I am a terribly normal strange creature with delusions of grandeur who is in denial about where I stand on country music. And that is tiring.
creature
I am a creature of habit. I tend to make the same mistakes. I tend to fall into old routines. I tend to be socially inept because of habit, not because of a lack of understanding. I tend to dream. I tend to make plans. I tend to want a lot and get only a little. I want to be a free creature, but I am slave to my habits.
features
His features are carved in stone. Mine are made of play-doh. Why would he be interested in me? When he smiles, it's a little bit difficult to breathe. I always thought that was founded in hyperbole and myth. I have been so guarded these past few years. I got my heart broken by my best friend of half my life. And I thought I'd never get past it. And then he shows up. It still hurts, but not nearly as bad as it used to. And I smile at the thought of him. I like him. How terrifying.
musical
Some people have called me musical. I play ukulele and guitar. Plus a little bit of piano. I have performed at various restaurants, music festivals, and grand openings for the last 5 years or so. I have written 136 songs. I have won talent shows. Everyone and their grandma say I should go on American Idol. I don't want that. I just want to play music, even if I'm just busking. But none of this compares to the way he says my name.
visit
We're only visiting. That's sort of how I feel about man's short life on this planet. But I don't believe in weird beyonds. I only believe in right now. And this is too short to be more than a visit.
procedure
It is typical procedure to grow up. Turn 18. Get a job. Move out. Move on. Be mature. Pay your bills on time. Get married. have kids. Be satisfied and not at all scared. Time is moving fast than I expected. I was never the child who talked about how much they wanted to be grown up. I did not pretend to be twenty. I have never said "I can't wait to move out." Now that the time is fast approaching, I am scared and surprised. But I have you. And we shall be excellent. We shall be, quite simply, the very best there ever was. You are my best friend. I can do this. We can do this. I can't wait to move out.
sate
Any need for drama I might have is well sated by television and books and movies. I don't need real-world horrors. And I don't want it. I am too full for fear.
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