It is no great secret that I am a hopeless romantic, and as part of this condition I have a tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. I like to think that I am generally a happy person and although this has not always been the case, I am now quicker to cling to hope and optimistic thoughts rather than negative ones. Being this way isn't always easy, or healthiest, but it has made me happiest.
I like a boy. I like him so much, just so much it's ridiculous. I haven't felt this way about someone in such a long time, he is, in my eyes, absolutely amazing, and everything I'd ever want in a man. Although I didn't get to spend as much with him as I'd like, I have memories from our time together that continually make me smile, make me laugh, make me feel that even if for a short time, all was right with the world. A short message from him instantly brings a smile to my face, and always makes my day. How much I wish I could see him again, I could hug him again, I could kiss him again, if only for a day, a few hours, but it would never be enough. The truth is, I could spend the next 50 years with this man (yes, please!) and it would never be enough; I like him that much....I love him that much.
I like a boy. I like him so much, just so much it's ridiculous. I haven't felt this way about someone in such a long time, he is, in my eyes, absolutely amazing, and everything I'd ever want in a man. Although I didn't get to spend as much with him as I'd like, I have memories from our time together that continually make me smile, make me laugh, make me feel that even if for a short time, all was right with the world. A short message from him instantly brings a smile to my face, and always makes my day. How much I wish I could see him again, I could hug him again, I could kiss him again, if only for a day, a few hours, but it would never be enough. The truth is, I could spend the next 50 years with this man (yes, please!) and it would never be enough; I like him that much....I love him that much.
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