I miss you so terribly much. I miss our conversations, I miss the way you look at me, I miss your touch, I miss the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms
I fell in love during a tornado drill two years ago, she chose to sit with me. Now she's saying we should've became friends sooner, and my aura always stood out. Recognized me after I completely changed my looks, cut my long hair off and got more piercings. So she could feel me staring in the hallways. Tomorrow we're hanging out for the fourth time. Always thanks me for giving her a fun day. This girl's been through a lot. I don't know if she likes me back, but we shyly smile a lot when we're alone. Then again she texts me about the moon at night. She's so fucking cool, beautiful copper green eyes. Feels like it's happening.
I keep forgetting you have to like my face and body first.
Personality will never cut it first for the non-visceral types.