March 2012
164 posts
That is the thing about unrequited affection.
You keep hoping.
Anticipating.
But you are left breathing
your emptiness
and a void of nothingness.
February 2012
156 posts
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
