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Do you ever wonder what it might be like to fall in love? To finally meet that special someone, and to know they love you too. I always wonder what that might be like. Even when I'm sleeping I wonder. I have dreams about someone I love dearly, someone who I'd give the world to. But like I said, to know they love you too. I wish he loved me. But he hates me and always will. This was only a dream, and will stay a dream no matter what I do.
I was lying somewhere, cold. Very cold. My fingers and toes were numb and I couldn't tell if anything was touching them. My lips were chapped and when I moved them blood gushed out, trickling down the side of my face. Every part of my body stung. It felt like needles were gouged into every part of my body. I was just beginning to cry, or just stopped crying. I couldn't tell and couldn't remember. Then I knew I had felt something rub against my fingers. I was positive. It felt like somebody else hand. It felt like a mans hand. It was a mans hand. It was a mans hand holding mine. Holding onto mine for dear life. My eyes were closed and I couldn't see. I wish I could have seen, I wanted to know who that was holding onto me. I tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy to even twitch. I could hear the man sobbing. Sobbing over me. Who was he? Did I know him? He mumbled something under his breath. I couldn't recognize his voice. Yet again, I could but couldn't point it out. He lifted my hand and pressed it against his chest, then his forehead was pressed against mine. After that I knew who it was, I knew exactly who it was. But I couldn't believe it, no matter how much I wanted to I couldn't believe it. It was him. It was really him! What had happened to me? Was I dead? Why was he here with me? Where were we? I didn't know anything. I didn't know a single thing. I wanted to know everything. Did he know something? I was confused, and I still am confused. Why was he worried about me? Since when was he ever worried about me?! He hates me. He hates me. He hates me. He'll always hate me! This was a dream. It had to be a dream. It always will be a dream no matter I do. If it was real, if all of it was real,...I don't know what I'd do if it was real. And I'll never know. He acted as if he loved me. He really acted as if he loved me. Galen really acted as if he loved me. Galen would never, never in a million years,...love me. No matter what I would do for him. No matter how much I loved him. No matter what I gave him. No matter what I showed him. No matter what,...he'd never love me. I'm not pretty. I'm not thin. I'm not smart. I'm not popular. I'm not interesting. I'm revolting. I love Galen. Always have and always will. No matter how many more times he breaks my heart, I'll always love him. But why was he acting like he loved me? Did he know I could hear him? What if, he really loved?! If only for a second, what if he really loved me? Hold it,...it's just a dream. Just a dream and will stay a dream. I felt him breathing down my neck, and then my face flustered red even in the freezing weather. I wonder if he could feel it? His skin was warm against mine. I felt him move even closer. Then I heard him say my name. But how could he have known that name? It was a name only one person addressed me as. I had never mentioned this name to him in my entire life. "Isabella?..." His voice was hopeful, waiting for an answer. I struggled to move my lips and breathe some words, nothing came out. Then, he best thing I could have ever imagined happened. His lips collided with mine. Galen kissed me. The numbness in my hands and feet went away. My eyes flashed opened, and there he was.
Then, I woke up...confused and embarrassed. What was there to be embarrassed about? Nobody was around. Still,... I felt weird. But the weirdest part was, when I woke up,...my lips were really bleeding.
Oh, Galen. I don't understand. It was almost perfect, we were so close. That day, we were getting along with each other like we were best friends since birth. Then you turned on me,...again. Why would you say those kind of things to me? Why would you lie to me when you knew what would happen? Why do you hate me so much?! I love you Galen, can't you see that?! I can't confess, I can't...Only if you or anyone else showed me how. But nobody will. Especially she doesn't want to. She doesn't even want me to be your friend, and that's how it started. That's how all this started. If only you knew, if only you knew! I cry my eyes out over you every single day. I can't stop thinking about you. Galen, please come back, I want the real you back. We all do. Their not your friends, they don't love you. All they love is your face and clothing, nothing more. But I loved, no, love, you for you. Come back, please, come back. I miss you so much. I wish you understood. I love you...
I love him. I love Galen Patrick Street. Always have, and always will. I don't care if he hates me. I love him. And that's all there is to it. He hurts my feelings all the time. He calls me names, he told me I was ugly, he judges me by my clothes. But I can't stop thinking about him. I need him.I want him. If only he knew. He thinks it's just a crush...but it's more then that. I wish that I was a princess, and he was my prince, and he would come and whisk me off my feet. He goes through girls like old socks. 'Treats them like it too. But when I look at him, so many things come rushing through my mind. I can't help but stare, or worse, gawk at him. He's so perfect. I wish he looked at me the way I looked at him. But theirs not a single person in the world who thinks I'm beautiful, or even pretty.
I believe that there are different types of love. I believe there are so many different types, nobody in the world has enough hairs on their head to compare. There's falling in love. Our most common, suggestively. Loving your family and friends. Loving someone for the items they carry. The majority of these are the love for greed. If someone falls in love with someone whose rich, popular, kind, smart, handsome,...they could really be in love. But that's a slim and rare chance...and it hurts me to see that all the girls I've met, including my friends, let the greed take over all emotion and sense...
I don't like being in love. And theirs nothing in the world that will change my mind. Usually when someone falls in love, the other person doesn't love them back. If you fell in love, and are with that special someone right now, you're very lucky. I wish I could come back out of this controlling state. I don't wanna be in love anymore. But he's perfect. He's absolutely flawless. His name is Galen Street. On the first day of school, I had such a crush on him. But so did every other girl. But I can't control what there into and all, so I dealt with it. But they were skinny, pretty, popular, petite, girls. Unlike me...I'm a monster.
For my heart and his body, This house is a home. With bones to protect him, Never lead him to roam. With sweet song to open, These ribs as a door. And let him have no home, Near my heart evermore. In stone towers four, Hooded watcher at the door, And in alcoves threescores, Let us be. Behind glass walls we wait, On our deeds meditate, Until some luck or fate, Set us free. May you never try to find, What is hidden behind, But if your still of that mind, Look and see. To know what lies untold, In chambers grown cold, To find each key. Let it never be said, I was so justly bound, that my soul quite deserving, Was put into the ground, In hands hard as iron, I hold keys hard as rock. In places of fortune, Will you find my lock. And all this,...for my heart and his body...
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------------------Girls
------------are like apples
--------on trees. The best ones
------are at the top of the tree
----The boys don't want to reach
---for the good ones because they
-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
-from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apple sat the top think
-something is wrong with them, when in
--reality, they're amazing. They just
---have to wait for the right boy to
----- come along, the one who's
----------- brave enough to
-----------------climb all
----------------- the way
-----------------to the top
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 the sickest fairy · Sat Sep 05, 2009 @ 04:52pm · 3 Comments |
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