I'm beginning to suspect that the person I love suspects something. They have been acting extrodinarilly weird around me lately.
Have any of you ever loved someone in a way where every smile or glace they bestow on you, every time they laugh at something you say, every time they elect to walk with you down the hall or wait for you at your locker, every time they say Hi for no reason at all, or come to you with something they are dying to tell you and you alone, when they show interest in the inane things you say to them, you glow and get warm inside?
And when they frown or are quiet and withdrawn around you, or don't seem to focus on or care about what you are saying, when they act normal around everyone but you, when they walk away from you or ignore you in the hallway, when they leave without saying goodbye, when they seem to care less if you live or die, you do die...just a littl bit...inside...every time.
Then you go to physics and pay no attention to what is going on because you are thinking about how much you hurt right at that moment, and you write a really deep and depressing poem.
Well I have felt that way.
Have any of you ever loved someone in a way where every smile or glace they bestow on you, every time they laugh at something you say, every time they elect to walk with you down the hall or wait for you at your locker, every time they say Hi for no reason at all, or come to you with something they are dying to tell you and you alone, when they show interest in the inane things you say to them, you glow and get warm inside?
And when they frown or are quiet and withdrawn around you, or don't seem to focus on or care about what you are saying, when they act normal around everyone but you, when they walk away from you or ignore you in the hallway, when they leave without saying goodbye, when they seem to care less if you live or die, you do die...just a littl bit...inside...every time.
Then you go to physics and pay no attention to what is going on because you are thinking about how much you hurt right at that moment, and you write a really deep and depressing poem.
Well I have felt that way.
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Date: 2004-12-16 04:13 pm (UTC)who has made you feel that way. tell me. email me it
Lovebug6488@excite.com