Monday, September 28, 2009

Have you ever wondered how or why one word can have different meanings? One word, more than one meaning or interpretation, said to or said by different people. The same word, different extent of importance, different level of understanding. How can one word mean so much to someone yet nothing to another? How does one word be said with much fear by one yet said freely by another to another? Why then does something mean so much to one yet just any other task to be concerned with or just an object to achieve? This word. One word. The usage of this word has resulted in yours truly to be filled with much paranoia and questions. Only because of its vitality. Why is it that when the word is said, the benefit of doubt should be given? I, for one, will not believe in this word. This word. One word has made me lost much trust. This word. One word. You may or may not have guessed it already, but let me give you a hint: the title of this entry is.... The L word.

ps- The word is.. Lynette! Havent you heard of not jumping to conclusions?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

"I hate when you’re thinking about something and you refuse to tell me what it is. It makes me second guess myself. Did I say something wrong? What impression am I setting? Are you thinking of someone else you’d rather be with? I hate not knowing."

What do you see when you look at me? The kind of girl who means everything to you and makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her. The kind of girl who keeps you up at night, just thinking about her beautiful smile, and when you finally fall asleep, she’s all you dream about. I hope she’s the first thing to cross your mind when you wake up in the morning. I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand, yet you know it’s for the better. I hope she’s the kind of girl you would die for. The kind of girl who could make you cry, even though you’d never admit it. The kind of girl who makes you want to go out and do something special, something that means everything to the both of you. The kind of girl you can have silly fights with, then kiss and make up, and hold her in your arms like you’re falling in love all over again. I hope you make memories with her you never forget. I hope she’s your world, and what you have with her is nothing less than perfection.
I don't know what you see in me, the way you look at me, the way we meet, the way we talk, the way you hold me.. I hope not to feel unimportant and a part of your life, knowing I'm that girl.