hey,
i never stopped loving you..
i just stopped showing it...
The things I remember about you are starting to feel like a dream.
It's been that long.
I really, really miss you.
To the girl at the table near the back of the library -
I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much.
I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading.
That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.
I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine.
One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them.
Love, the boy a few tables away from yours
i'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
it will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. absolute chaos. people running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. all of them trying to tell someone else,
"i love you."
it's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them. the worst thing isn't the end of the world. it's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.
You know when you go to the pet store and there are haughty self-righteous fish swimming around in the tank, and there's one dorky sweet looking one in the corner? Yeah, I know there's other fish in the sea, but there's only one of you. You're that fish in the corner and I don't want any other damn fish, I just want you.
Sometimes I think I'd be okay without the sun, or the moon, or the stars...
As long as I still had you.
dear world,
i like the idea that somewhere, you're hiding my love! sometimes, i imagine that we're doing the same mundane things at the same time...waiting as the time counts down until the day that we finally meet.
that makes the whole world beautiful to me.
thank you
--a dreamer
stop being so day-dreamy about finding the one. you're achieving nothing.
i'm not saying love, boyplusgirl type love, is a waste of time,
but what i'm saying is that you should just continue being happy with the rest of your life and stop focusing on what fate hasn't prepared for you. in time, spontaneously, coincidentally, serendipitously,
you'll find him,
he'll find you,
you'll find each other,
you'll find another kind of love.
Just when I thought I was done, I met you by some freak-6 degrees-coincidental situation. And now, I'm singing in the shower again. You're not even my type, but I'm singing in the shower.
i have a confession,
everynight i pretend my pillow is your chest. it helps me fall asleep
I'm only 20 years old. I know how the world works, okay? I know that I'm young and not every guy is my soulmate. And I'm not saying you are, at all. I'm just saying that you never know and I'd love to find out.
The problem of being an obsessive-compulsive over-analyzer is that even when you're not over-analyzing a situation, you end up over-analyzing whether or not you've successfully managed to avoid over-analyzing the situation.
Please let the little things I noticed mean what I hope they mean. Please, please, please.
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