He got himself a haircut, making me go crazier then I already am. He now looks like what Prince Charming would look like if I were to conjure an image. Sweet. More friendly smiles would be like whipped cream added to McFlurry Oreo. :)
He's no longer a dream guy. He has become a drug and I'm getting addicted. Weekdays are spent anticipating little bump-intos with him along the college corridor. Everyone else pales compared to him. An absent day from college or a leave he takes gives me severe depression. Letting go seems out of the question. I just want to see him everyday. I just want him to talk to me everyday. All these will end one day very soon but before it does, I will enjoy every single moment spent dreaming of him.
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no girl .. it wont end and i hope it never will .. cuz it will happen one day ... its good to think bout stuff that might not happen .. thats where the fun starts ... cuz when it does happen .. u feel like uve concoured mount everest ... imagine the happiness then ... just a couple more months n it will .. trust me .. ;)
Thanks Mac
*hugs*
Praying for rainbows to appear. Am sick of storm clouds already
er.....
if he reads ur blog he will MOST certainly know bout it now...
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ah well... at least there ARE rainbows at d end of a storm... =)
Oh no, if he reads then he'll know i think he's a fag?
:(
Gee Jus, I hope he doesn't read then, for your sake. :P
In a way I would be so happy if he does, but in another way... I think I should just evaporate and fade away.. :P
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