It hurts to have your heart broken. With no hope at all. It's pathetic to cling to the little hope there is left, in the first place. But when your heart is broken, and you know, things will never be the same. It hurts. It hurts like hell.
I have been pathetic and broken. I have pushed myself down and picked myself back up. I put on a show, hiding my nervousness. I talked of near to nothing else for two bloody days, but messaging the boy, only to get my heart broken.
There will be others-hopefully. I doubt I'll remain single for my whole life. But I expect too much. Maybe it would be better if I did remain single.
But then again, there is the chance that one day I will find my fairytale romance. I will find someone who I can come home to and be kissed. Maybe, this person will love me wholly and never let me go. Maybe this person will love me just as much as I have loved them, or more. This person, whoever they may be, would know my favorite things, accept my strange obsessions, will love me gently, yet passionately. Maybe one day I will find this boy, because, I know somewhere, he exists.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Home & Lightning-bugs
Ah to be home.
To sit on the porch and show pictures and describe adventures. To point out sun burn and pet dogs that seem to have grown immensely. To proudly show-off the souvenirs you got and to hand family members gifts and watch as their eyes lit up, simply because they love that you though of them.
To be home is to be held in the person's arms whom you love and missed. To be home is to eat good food that you wouldn't find anywhere else and to have second-helpings. To be home is to lie in your bed and curl up against your favorite pillow or to kick your shoes off and watch TV on the couch.
To be home is also to be swarmed by lightning-bugs.
To sit on the porch and show pictures and describe adventures. To point out sun burn and pet dogs that seem to have grown immensely. To proudly show-off the souvenirs you got and to hand family members gifts and watch as their eyes lit up, simply because they love that you though of them.
To be home is to be held in the person's arms whom you love and missed. To be home is to eat good food that you wouldn't find anywhere else and to have second-helpings. To be home is to lie in your bed and curl up against your favorite pillow or to kick your shoes off and watch TV on the couch.
To be home is also to be swarmed by lightning-bugs.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Hiding
The sun shone in through the windows as she typed. She was hiding. From the noise and frantic packing. From the heavy-lifting and the dusty boxes. And, it was working. Just a few bags a boxes left to be packaged up into the car and she was just sitting there, quietly with red glasses and freckled cheeks.
She, this girl, was going home tomorrow. She'd be able to see her parents and be able to hold her dogs. Just in time for the fourth of July too. Soon she'd see her friends again at the festival her small-town holds every year at the Rec Park. She'd see the boy she's been thinking about and friends she hasn't seen in nearly a month.
She would be able to give her friends the gifts she bought them on her vacation and she'd be able to see their joyful faces as they accepted.
All in all, she was excited. More than excited, she was ecstatic.
She picked up a piece of her dark brown hair and placed it in the way of the sunlight, watching as it turned red. A warm feeling spread around her chest as she looked at her favorite color, shining in her hair. Dropping the strand, she picked up her phone as it buzzed, signaling a text message.
It was her cousin, Bryanna. She wanted to say goodbye but was busy tonight. Maybe she'd stop by later. She typed back a reply just in time.
Her head snapped up, away from her phone as a voice called out, "Katie!"
She'd been found.
She, this girl, was going home tomorrow. She'd be able to see her parents and be able to hold her dogs. Just in time for the fourth of July too. Soon she'd see her friends again at the festival her small-town holds every year at the Rec Park. She'd see the boy she's been thinking about and friends she hasn't seen in nearly a month.
She would be able to give her friends the gifts she bought them on her vacation and she'd be able to see their joyful faces as they accepted.
All in all, she was excited. More than excited, she was ecstatic.
She picked up a piece of her dark brown hair and placed it in the way of the sunlight, watching as it turned red. A warm feeling spread around her chest as she looked at her favorite color, shining in her hair. Dropping the strand, she picked up her phone as it buzzed, signaling a text message.
It was her cousin, Bryanna. She wanted to say goodbye but was busy tonight. Maybe she'd stop by later. She typed back a reply just in time.
Her head snapped up, away from her phone as a voice called out, "Katie!"
She'd been found.
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