Crushing - Blog Posts
this is my new toy which woman wants to play with me
Got home from a long day of work and looked into this lovely girls eyes as she unzipped. 🥰🥰
“it's happening again.
my eyes are searching the room for you, without even meaning to.
the twinge in my heart when a day passes and i didn't get to hear your voice.
i feel it creeping up my neck, when our eyes lock and neither of us dares to look away.
the ache i get at the end of the day when i regret not having the guts to talk to you.
it's happening again,
but how will it end this time?”
A.M. {it's just a crush, it's just a crush, it's just a crush}
“Oh, but you don’t know. You don’t know what your ocean eyes and innocent smile could do to a girl like me; A girl who overthinks every little thing.”
A.M. {hope}
“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}
“it wasn’t until you smiled that my stomach twitched with a feeling i knew all too well, and suddenly all i could think was, “oh crap.””
- A.M. {why did it have to be you?}
And here I am. Falling in love all over again. Will it hurt, the way it did before? Will my heart race as much as the first time? Which of the ‘what ifs’ will come true this time, or should I even bother? Should I feel excited? Scared? Only time will tell.
I hope this time the result changes
I know it will be the death of me. Again. My heart will die a second time when he tells me.
Why is it always me who gets the heartbreak?
I've heard that if a crush lasts longer than 4 months, you're already in love. So what happens when I've been infatuated with you for 60 months, Does this mean I've fallen in love with you 15 times? Or have I simply wasted 5 years? 60 months? 261 weeks? 1825 days?
That one crush
You taught me how to live, but you will also be the death of me.
Why?
• [I have scars but the most painful ones are fresh and in my heart.] •
They can’t be seen and hiding the pain hurts even more.
I told my friend what hurt the most.
I want you to tell me, to trust me, to want me.
-it’s always the same story -what story? -the story of how the girl loves the boy, but he didn’t love her back
The story of my life #2
There was a girl. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something. There was a boy. He never really understood. He presumed the top layer was the only layer and never knew the truth. She was a smart girl until she fell in love. He was an oblivious boy until everything was over.
Maddie; The story of my life #1
