I love that I’ve been fortunate enough to talk to her often lately. I’m honored that she would spend so much of her time talking to me. The conversations are amazing, and the fact that she is giving me her time elevates it. I could talk to her all day about nothing and it would still be an amazing conversation. I appreciate the time she gives me, ( Read more... )

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve having her in my life. Writing has been easier. I’ve got some of it played out on my head. Certain things in a certain way, things I would love to have happen in reality ( Read more... )

A late night conversation with her surprised me. She’s had a crush on me. We have talked. She swore up and down she didn’t like me. She told me didn’t remember kissing. Now I know those weren’t true, which sent my heart racing, put a huge smile on my face and gave me butterflies. Now I want to write a book, our story, but vampires, love. This time ( Read more... )

She visited and invited me out. I’m glad she did. As soon as I saw her I was sure that my feelings had never changed. Every text, every snap, every time I think of her, it starts all over again. Last time I had seen her was walking through the airport with her when she was visiting and got picked up. I wanted to hold her and never let go. I wanted ( Read more... )

Why did I have to meet her? Meeting her meant falling for her. Falling for her meant feeling something again...and feeling always leads to disappointment. She is gorgeous, she is a fantastic person, and I love having her in my life. Having her in my life is also slowly killing me because she's leaving anyway. I try not to get attached, people ( Read more... )

I knew it would end. I knew it would hurt. We are still friends, and that's great but I can't say my heart doesn't hurt. Oh well.

When she looks at me with those gorgeous eyes and that beautiful smile and calls me handsome, I lose. I'm the one who makes women weak in the knees, I'm the one who straight girls fall for, but her... she makes my knees go weak, my belly ache with butterflies, and my heart melt. The look she gives me when she calls me handsome...if she told me to ( Read more... )

I melt, every time she calls me handsome. I think she knows she drives me crazy. So many "maybe she ..." thoughts. Let's not push it. Lol

Well, she doesn't remember us kissing, which I suppose is fine. It didn't hurt like I thought it would. Maybe it hurts worse? I think somewhere in my mind I knew, which makes me feel like a jackass because I shouldn't have kissed her knowing she wouldn't remember. That's not cool of me. It's not weird, she is so great. Thankful that I didn't fuck ( Read more... )

Don't fall for beautiful women...