I miss those blue eyes, how you kiss me at night; I miss the way we sleep

It's been waaaaaay too long since I've written >:O
but i haven't really known what to say, so umm -- this is something I wrote awhile ago just letting my thoughts run wild. [ $ 9 , 4 . 10 )

Nothing about love is the way it should be - better yet the way we want it to be. It's messy, confusing, unconventional - the one thing that's supposed to be perfect couldn't be farther from it. Love can come and leave, burn with passion and freeze with agony, destroy and create.... Love knows no boundaries. One of the scariest things about love is how sneaky it is. Love is found in the most unexpected places at the most unexpected times. Love can't really be defined by a clever combination of words - nor should it be. Love is defined by the moments that make you stop and appreciate them for everything they are; the moments that you can hardly function because you're so overwhelmed by this presence of this person who, despite their flaws and faults, is absolutely perfect according to you; the moments that turn your bad day into a good one with a simple kiss, hug, or even a text; the moments where for the first time in a long time, you feel like you're living a dream; for once you have everything you want. Love is brutal. Love takes no prisoners. Love can be quite hateful, ironically.

I think I may have tasted love?

The boy I can't get my mind off of... I don't want to say I loved him or was in love with him... but I remember the first day I talked to him. I remember the first time he texted me. I remember sooo much about him that I wish I could forget, but can't. We broke up on July 23rd. It's September 24th. The fact that I'm not over him or even INTERESTED in other guys says a lot. No one I "talk" to means anything to me - they're objects of entertainment and distraction - insignificant, disposable, replaceable. It's a pitiful situation I'm in. I know he liked me, but i KNOW he's not thinking about me. I know he's over me, and I know he's not mine and never will be mine again. But it's so hard when you're supposed to live your life pretending the person you woke up and fell asleep thinking about didn't even exist.