oh but i should have known
She sat in front of her computer looking right through the black screen. She sat and thought. The tears slowly swelled in her eyes and rolled down her face. It had been so long she let something like this get her down. She promised herself a long time ago she’d never let anyone hurt her again. So what made him so different? What made him so special that she broke her rule? She couldn’t think of any good reasons of why she would like him. Sure he was cute and funny... but so was so many others. Why him?
It was because whenever he was touching her she was comfortable enough to fall asleep. It was because every time she heard his name it brought a smile to her face. It was because his kiss made her feel that she was really, truly cared for. And because he didn’t really hurt her at all. It was all an illusion made up in her head that he didn’t want her around. Well, he never acctually told her so. But, if it was all made up, why did the tears feel so real?
Yes ladies and gents I cried, over a boy. I’m not even sure why. Before this I didn’t remember what tears felt like. I didn’t remember the burn. I didn’t remember that awful taste. I didn’t even remember the emptiness it leaves you with. I wish I understood all this. I wish he would call, or at least reply to my e-mail. Remind me... after all this is over... to never ever fall for another boy ever again.
It was because whenever he was touching her she was comfortable enough to fall asleep. It was because every time she heard his name it brought a smile to her face. It was because his kiss made her feel that she was really, truly cared for. And because he didn’t really hurt her at all. It was all an illusion made up in her head that he didn’t want her around. Well, he never acctually told her so. But, if it was all made up, why did the tears feel so real?
Yes ladies and gents I cried, over a boy. I’m not even sure why. Before this I didn’t remember what tears felt like. I didn’t remember the burn. I didn’t remember that awful taste. I didn’t even remember the emptiness it leaves you with. I wish I understood all this. I wish he would call, or at least reply to my e-mail. Remind me... after all this is over... to never ever fall for another boy ever again.