I love the little things about you.
Your curly hair even though you hate it
The way you can't look me in the eye in person because you're shy
The silly face contests we have
How you try so hard at sports
The way you joke about me being jealous and how I love you.
It's true I really do.
And I really am.
And the way you get jealous when I bring up other girls.
You're adorable
It's like you see right through And me and I can say anything to you.. You're unconventionally beautiful.
I like how your face gets red when I compliment you. You're so down to earth too
it's amazing
You don't even realize you're pretty
I don't understand how any one could put you down.
All I want to do is make you feel like the princess you are.
You wouldn't be another regret
I know its only been a few months but You're perfect and I really truly love you...
But I'm a wimp and I could never tell you that

do you know how cute you are
its like all the stars and the galaxies focused on making you absolutely perfect, flaws and all
and you know what
they succeeded

zach

You know those people who don't know how to be alone? That they always need to be in a relationship? I think I am the opposite... I don't know how not to be alone. I don't know how to be in a relationship... 

Of course, I want to have someone to talk to, someone who is always by my side when things get bad... But I don't know how to let them be there. I've grown too comfortable with my loneliness.

I love silence and the empty side on my bed, but at the same time I wish to have someone to cuddle as I fall asleep. I wish someone to be there for me everyday, but I get tired of people very easily. I want to hold someone's hand as I walk down the street, but I hate the idea of taking my headphones off. 

 

I only know how to be alone. 

 

 

okay so I have severe scoliosis and I have to wear a back brace and I may or may not need surgery sometime this year.

anyway, this disability of mine made me assume right away that no one would ever like me. who would like a girl who's literally half plastic, anyway?

and then this guys walks into my life- stupid cute smile and hoodie and all- and i liked him.

but it's not like he'd like me back. or so i thought.

on valentines day, he came over to my house with the cutest little succulent in his hands (he knows i'm allergic to flowers). he gave it to me and told me he liked me.

i like him too, but, i'm clearly a mess. and i told him that.

and here's what he said-

"Why? Because of your scoliosis? You know I don't care about that. You are absolutely beautiful. I promise you, you aren't a freak. You aren't deformed. There's nothing wrong. You just have this thing that not many people have. And that's perfectly fine. You're beautiful, okay?"

I cried. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He gave me a tight hug and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"For the record..." He said, turning around and pulling up the back of his shirt.

There was a scar along his back.

He had scoliosis and he had surgery last year.

He turned back to me and put his shirt down.

And that's how I, the half-plastic scoliosis patient, got a boyfriend.

I was so distracted thinking of you I missed my exit off the highway and was late to where I was going.

You left me with a big mess of color in my black and white world.

And then you handed me a paintbrush, and told me to paint.

You left me there, with a brush and color, to smear on my world. 

The corner you started is left unchanged, waiting for you.

Waiting for you desperately.

I miss you.

I thought I was afraid of how you would react once I told you. I was afraid, because friends aren't supposed to feel this way.

But I now know, it's not the way you're going to act now, it's the way I am.

I'm the one who will keep my distance, the one who will steal glances and not share gazes anymore, the one who will act more reserved.

Because you know now of my feelings, and god, will I miss you.

Allow me to step out of this false modesty for a few minutes.

I am amazing, okay? All this time I have said who would like me, I'm not much. But THIS is the end! So many people have no idea who I really am, because I have been afraid to show myself. Wanna know who I really am?

I am beautiful. I am smart. I am athletic. I learn things easily. I have a good smile, after braces of course. I love kids. I am strong, both physically and emotionally. I am lovely. I am slightly blunt, though I try to spare others' feelings. I am joyful. I am obediant. I am an introvert, but who decided to say that that's a bad thing? I am confident.

So there.

Are you ready for a numbers game? Because here we go . . .

In the 14 years I lived in the same 7,600-population town with you, we never met.

Out of 260 colleges within our state, we both picked the same one, 2 years apart. This school gets 10,000 applications per year and only accepts 3,000. We were both accepted. 

There is a 70/30 female-to-male ratio on campus, which means you had to swim through 2100 girls before bumping into me.

Out of the 180 days of that school year, we met on day 1.

Since that day, I've had exactly 0 interest in anyone else.

I've decided to make some noise. cause peaceful chaos. remain completely still, and yet dent the world with my force.

Watch me.

Watch me build castles.

Watch me pulse with life.

Watch me shock the world.