(Source: simplybutterfly, via j0hndelacruz)
You’re pretty heartless for someone so beautiful.
The image of her haunts the back of my mind. You will get lost when you stare at her beautiful big brown eyes. Her long black hair and soft porcelain skin sends shivers down my spine. The feel of her hardworking little hands, the roughness, the softness and every corner of it makes my heart race.
Her body, slim and slender that you could wrap your arms around her and get lost in translation, as if you are holding the world— and the smile you get when you do.
That smile, that pearly white smile, is tattooed in my mind. The way she smiles, the way it makes me weak whenever I look at her.
It’s been so long since I have last seen her face, her body. I miss every part of it, every limbs of her, every signs of her, every words that comes out of her mouth. It just rings in my ear, everything rings in my ear and I get blinded by the way I look at her.
Nothing can compare her beauty, and as for me, as for the only best friend that has ever been true to her. I admire her, I appreciate the way God created her. I love her.
Now, it’s almost seven months that I have last seen her. The way we sneak holding each others hands in front of her family, the stolen kisses we do. I miss all of that— and even to this day, I still remember everything we have done from day one and all I can do is reminisce.
I hope you’re happy with your progress. I love you.
This girl, she’s really something.
It sucks to know that the person you have feelings for hangs out with the guy that they like, and there’s nothing you can do about it but sit there and wonder what actually went down. But then you can’t say shit because you don’t want to sound stupid and controlling.
I haven’t gotten any sleep, I laid in my bed since 12 and after hearing that shit, my excitement of waiting the whole day to talk to her just shuts down automatically. I hate being in love. There are moments in life when you are just so hurt that you want to say to yourself, I regret being in love— well this is that moment, and it’s painful.
I want a “go up to” chick whenever I have personal problems. I don’t mean a “best friend”, that label is just a lie. I want someone who can be my diary, I don’t care if they give advice or not, I just want someone to listen and comfort me.
I’m fucking tired of all this.
A girl who would risk to stay up on the phone with you even if they are tired is worth talking to.
If you’re good looking, you’ll have more friends. True story.
And that’s why I don’t have any friends.
The eloquence, forceful thought that is making me fill the spaces inside this page. Even if I type things that are gibberish, I could care less. I bet nobody even reads this stupid blog anyways. If I write a paragraph with no sense, nobody would read it. It’s just like a bunch of squiggly lines to people. Like for example, if I say that my ass is burning from all the hot wings I ate awhile ago, would people care? They would just read the first part of this paragraph and as long as it starts with a deep word that not a lot of people understand, like something that they have to google just to find the meaning? They would just read that first sentence and scroll pass through it. Like let’s say I add more words to this nonsense post. Like I wanna talk about the time I got caught picking my nose by the person I had a huge crush on during middle school, it’s a funny story. But people wouldn’t go farther than this line, it’s like they have a limit, or like when my friends were teasing me to this girl in middle school and she came over to say hi and I ran away looking like a little bitch. It’s funny because it’s embarrassing but still, people wouldn’t read this, as long as it doesn’t affect them, they wouldn’t read it. Because they would be like what the fuck? That’s a shit loads of alphabets and words, I’m not gonna waste my time reading that. And if you end this paragraph with a deep sentence, they might even reblog it without knowing what the body of the paragraph is about. And as the world turns, my mind will always be thinking about her.
