sorry but if my future boyfriend/fiancee/whatever doesn’t see the need to ever sing Ho Hey to me then we’re not meant to be
asking me not to love you is like asking niagara not to fall.
“I gave you all the love I got.
I gave you more than I could give.
gave you love…”
My cousin Gracie Lou Freebush. <3
She was fifteen the first time she fell in love.
It wasn’t immediate. She didn’t feel any shortness of breath or weakening of knees. Her heart didn’t catch in her throat and her hands didn’t get clammy or any other godforsaken cliche every written about love.
She didn’t even notice him the first few months after he moved into town. He sat in the back, inconspicuous even as he towered at 6’2”, all soccer legs and floppy hair. Hell, she hadn’t even seen his face until Month Three when they were assigned to a group project together. He’d been less than impressive with his mumbled words and chicken scrawl that she had to squint to decipher.
I really hate Valentine’s Day.
And I didn’t use to. It was a fun, cute holiday when I was younger. I’d wear red or pink and my mom would buy me some candy or a cute little gift.
But now, it’s just like a slap in the face when you’re single. And maybe I sound like every other bitter person out there, but it’s hard, you know? I already kind of struggle with being lonely and what that means as a strong woman, so I don’t really want it thrown in my face on a holiday.
It’s tough enough as it is.
I don’t know if I ever wanna fall in love.
Looks too painful.
I do love writing.