you … the first word of this sentence is the first thing i think of and the last thing i think of. i cant help it you’ve got me head over heels.
i’ve never felt this way before… seriously never.
and as i watch you sleeping right now at 11:31 pm i think to myself.. i want to be right next to you, i want to wake up everyday of my life next to that sweet innocent face of yours and i want that to be the last thing i see before i close my eyes and sleep.
its strange what life brings.. but its even stranger when the unthinkable happens.. for all i know for the past 4 years we’ve been madly in love but we havent said a word till 8 days ago.
4 years of seeing other people, hiding feelings, and of you being on my mind…. 4 years wasted? no, because to me it feels like we’ve been together for 4 years.
i know you better than i know myself, and the same goes to you. you’ve got me memorized inside and out. you encrypt me you can decode me when other cant.. no. when nobody else can.
you’ve handled me for the past 6 years that i’ve known you. should have i known that this was gonna happen? or were we just too blind to see what was infront of us.
we’re still yound and foolish barely 17 , but we’re seen all that life has too offer, we’re wiser than we seem.
you’ve thanked me countless times for changing you but i dont believe that i have at all. a person doesnt change unless you truly want to; thats what i always say..
but havent you ever looked through it from my eyes, have you ever thought of how you changed me. ever since day one , for the past 6 years. i’d ask myself 3 questions before i did anything.
“would it change your opinion of me?”, “would you be okay with this?” , and “would you be proud of me?”
i was your valentine.. even though we technically werent together that that time.. but on feburary 17th at 3 am you asked me to be yours and without hesitation i said yes.
and 2 days ago i confessed that ive been in love with you for the past 4 years, and you confessed back that you have been as well.
you’ve been my best friend for 6 years. you helped me through everything, and i cant even begin to thank you.
its 12 am now.. you’re asleep in skype.. i cant help but see your innocence shine through. you’ve always been good in my eyes and you will always remain good through my eyes.
i love you and i cant even begin.. this is why i dedicate this blog to you.. some day i will send you a link to here and i want you to read everything that goes through my mind.
who knows this could be my engagement present to you.
I love you bobo. x
there are two ways to look at life.
actually , that’s not accurate; i suppose there are thousands of ways to look at life. but i tend to dwell on two of them. the first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone’s life is entropy. the second is that everything pretty much stays the same ( more or less) and that everything is completely connected, even if we don’t realize it.
there are many mornings when i feel certain that the first perspective is irrefutably true. i wake up, i feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and i am stuck by the fact that i am alone. and that everyone is alone. and that everything i understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that i have to learn everything again.
i guess i am not a morning person.
however, that feeling always passes. in fact, it’s usually completely gone before lunch. every new minute of every new day seems to vaguely improve. and i suspect that’s because the alternative view — that everything is ultimately like something else and that nothing and no one is autonormous — is probably the greater truth. the math does check out the numbers do add up. the connections might not be hard-wired into superstructure to the universe, but it feels like they are whenever i put money into a jukebox and everybody in the bar suddenly seems to behaving the same conversation. and in that moment before i fall asleep each night, i understand everything. the world is one interlocked machine, throbbing and pulsing as a flawless organism.
this is why i will always hate falling asleep
The Worst Type Of Crying
is when your lips start to shake and tears build up quickly and fall fast. you’re bent over or crouched trying to suck it in and not making any noise but it hurts too much to hold it in so you let out a yelp and a cry then comes the loss of breath which sucks because not only you’re crying out loud but you think you sound dumb for not breathing too.
it’s just a mess.
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DO YOU KNOW?
a human body can bear only up to 45 del (unit) of pain.
but at the time of giving birth, a woman feels up to 57 del (unit) of pain.
this is similar to twenty bones getting fracture at a time.
love our mother,
the most beautiful person on this earth,
our best critic , yet our strongest supporter.
life is funny , isn’t it? just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about it and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west and you’re lost. it’s so easy to lose your way , to lose direction.
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