A girl worth kissing is not easily kissed.
A girl worth hugging is not easily hugged.
A girl worth loving is not easily loved.
Boyce Avenue.
Mitchell, will you please love me like that?
love always, laura elizabeth.
Showing posts with label i like you so so much. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i like you so so much. Show all posts
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Monday, September 12, 2011
"I wish time would stop right now." "me too."
It's quite ridiculous how many times I've started a blog post about you and then slowly deleted the whole thing.
All I know is I want to be with you all day long.
All I know is I can't stop reliving that night.
All I know are the cat-napping butterflies in my stomach,
ready at moment's notice to rise and swirl around
and float my heart all over my body and make
my mouth go all dry and redirect my feet to
any possible place you might be.
I can't stop thinking about how your hand felt on mine,
or your heartbeat under my ear,
or your whisper on my skin,
or your hand in my hair,
or your arm around me,
or your laugh reverberating through my bones.
I can't stop thinking about how you made me,
make me feel.
I can't stop thinking about how Blaze was never like you,
how even when he was supposedly mine,
he never cared so much about these
random things about me.
You make me crazy.
You make my world go all crazy.
Can't we be crazy kids together?
Could we relive that Saturday night?
Could we fast forward to this Saturday night?
Could we fall in love?
love, hippie.
All I know is I want to be with you all day long.
All I know is I can't stop reliving that night.
All I know are the cat-napping butterflies in my stomach,
ready at moment's notice to rise and swirl around
and float my heart all over my body and make
my mouth go all dry and redirect my feet to
any possible place you might be.
I can't stop thinking about how your hand felt on mine,
or your heartbeat under my ear,
or your whisper on my skin,
or your hand in my hair,
or your arm around me,
or your laugh reverberating through my bones.
I can't stop thinking about how you made me,
make me feel.
I can't stop thinking about how Blaze was never like you,
how even when he was supposedly mine,
he never cared so much about these
random things about me.
You make me crazy.
You make my world go all crazy.
Can't we be crazy kids together?
Could we fast forward to this Saturday night?
Could we fall in love?
love, hippie.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Try to keep me sad during a lightning storm. I dare you.
Let's just pretend that all the conversations and things
we've done in my head
will actually occur someday,
maybe even soon.
That was fun.
Because, let's face it, there will always people who make you blush.
There will always be people that you get excited to see.
There will always be people that you would throw yourself in front of a bullet for.
There will always be people that frustrate you.
But there's only one that could make me go out of my way, because of that one time I got lost and happened to cross your path, and risk being late to psychology just to see him.
There's only one that gives me butterflies whenever I see or even think of.
There's only one that I await anxiously for a return text all the time.
There's only one that I would [or want to, anyway] call during a lightning storm so I don't feel alone.
There's only one that I would like so insanely much.
It's you, Mitchell, and oh my gandhi I like you so much.
Love, Laura.
we've done in my head
will actually occur someday,
maybe even soon.
That was fun.
There will always be people that you get excited to see.
There will always be people that you would throw yourself in front of a bullet for.
There will always be people that frustrate you.
But there's only one that could make me go out of my way, because of that one time I got lost and happened to cross your path, and risk being late to psychology just to see him.
There's only one that gives me butterflies whenever I see or even think of.
There's only one that I await anxiously for a return text all the time.
There's only one that I would [or want to, anyway] call during a lightning storm so I don't feel alone.
There's only one that I would like so insanely much.
It's you, Mitchell, and oh my gandhi I like you so much.
Love, Laura.
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