I Told My Friend What Hurt The Most.

The night you told me you loved her? It hurt me. It broke me. It scarred me. It still stings, even today, five months after. How could you not have seen the look in my eyes when we looked at each other? How could you not notice how often you caught me staring? Of course, I know the answer. All you saw then was her. I felt that way about you once too.

“I look to you from the passenger seat, the wind from the wide open window blowing my hair back. You smile and sing along to your favorite song as it blares on the car radio. You throw up your hand to move with the beat, looking over at me as your smile gets bigger. I turn up the music even more. I don’t want this moment to end.”

Love is in all of the unexpected places, treasure it

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?

-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

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

“And in that moment, you were everything.”

-Only you

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

I’m sick and tired of you playing this game. Fiddling with my heart and head like you’re a toddler playing with his toys. I’ve had enough of the kindergarten games you throw every which way, trying to get more people to play along, trapping them in a world where not only your love is nonexistent, but all of reality as well. Just stop playing and let me go.

It hurts

You have caused so much pain, but so many dreams and happy thoughts have been caused by you too.