Why can I not control my fuckingemotions for you, you stupid bastard.
You show up at least a year and a half later and are more beautiful than any other man that I’ve ever seen.
But that’s not even the important part.
We just… Are. We mesh so well together that it makes my heart do things it never has.
It really depresses me that I know you’ll never be the person I wake up to; the person I spend the rest of my life with.
It’s not fair of my to think and feel these things toward you, and I know that it causes strain on what little friendship we have but I just can’t help it. I’ve been preparing myself for weeks, dreading you being only miles away from me.
Miles I’d crawl just to hear your beautiful voice talk about you.
I really thought I had a handle on it, I always think that I have a fucking handle on it.
I made it further into the meet than I thought I would, truly. But when you kept turning around and looking at me with those beautiful fucking eyes that stare right into my soul, it all overcame me. I almost left you there, bowling shoes and all, it hit me so hard.
It hit me so hard.
I needed to get that out of my head, and I hope that you don’t see this, it won’t lead to anything, it never does.
But let it be known that I’m truly in love with you. I knew it since the first time I met you, and I can’t make it change. I really hate that because all it does is hurt you.
"at my school the cop from DARE passed around 3 joints to show everyone and he said "if i dont get all three of these back this schools getting locked down and everyones getting searched till i find it.." and like 30 minutes later when everyone got to see ‘em and they got passed back the cop had 4"