Valentines...

Whenever  I think of him I feel I could cry for he deosnt want to kiss me, well not really that, but he doesnt want to make out wiht me.I just imagen him when he says his ''not the type to make out'' ,he making out wiht someone that isnt...me. I wanna tell him this thouhgt but it egts so akward and silent whenver I bring the subject up.Plus theres no fun in a girl with so many insecurities like I have.So I prefer sweeping them under the carpet like some old dust.
I see him the next day, planning, have this  blue prints of how to tell him tmy doubts, and as soon as he talks , his goofy intruduciotn of ''how are you?'' is like my insecurities get erase from my central nervous system.I just ocncentrate laughing and been happy with him


everytime you see them happy, you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point of them being happy now, if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they’re going to be sad later.
Everytime I see him happy, I remember how sad his going to be,and it breaks my heart.Because what's the point of them being happy now,if his going to be sad later? The answer is, of course,because his going to be sad later.But I dont want him to be sad... :/
I want him to be the happiest person in the world, but wiht me...at least for now...I dont know how...and ....yeah...maybe  this  is the point where people are thinking ;;this is what you get for dating a 15 year old...and well...falling ...maybe...in love with him''....and you know what I might be just that silly for believing I can do such a thing...I feel like a fool...