so high in the frequencies, it’s her chemical scream, but she has to breathe tonight.

“Now hold onto me Pretty Baby, if You wanna Fly”

May 6, 2007 at 9:06 pm (him.)

He just makes me feel… happy. Like that tapping of your foot when waiting for the clock to strike twelve everyday. That anticipation you feel when you know when and where you’ll see him. That disappointment when he’s not there. That warm tingly feeling that runs through your arms and legs.
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And he’s cute too, not just physically. Like, Naive. That little ‘Awwhh’ in your mind he tells you he doesn’t know what something is. Maybe just because he’s younger…? And the way he says ‘Hi Erin’ it’s so cute, it just makes me smile hearing it, like, i can’t even describe it.
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He makes me smile. He’s my smiley.
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I steal glances at him a lot, and i hope he notices, but at the same time I hope he doesn’t. It’s that one feeling that i can’t get over. Like a knot in my stomach, almost making me feel guilty. Like I did something wrong, is it my way of telling myself that I’m a bit concerned that he’s younger? But at the same time, I might confuse it with excitement, anticipation. I’m not sure. But I’m finally going to listen to that voice and stick with it, there aren’t that many possible outcomes, and i’m pretty sure i can handle the bad one. And it’s not like I’m even looking for an outcome, i just like the thought of liking him, i’m not thinking in serious terms yet.