A lonely dandelion

I’m scared of my feelings for you. I’ve fallen for you. Badly. And the way you’ve been looking at me gave me the same vibes. The way you’ve been kissing me. The way you’ve been holding me. The way you’ve been touching me. But you wanted to talk to me. And there we were. Sitting in the grass within the flowers, looking at the clouds. Your face turned towards mine and our eyes met. You wanted to know about us. About what I wanted us to be. And it was different than what you’ve wanted. That was the moment that turned it al around. It broke something in me. Why do you keep on kissing me if you’re planning on leaving my lips. Why do you keep holding me if you’re planning on letting me go. Why do you keep on touching me if you’re planning on touching someone else.

Here I am, going out with someone new. But still thinking of you. You can't see it, how could you. But my heart is breaking and I'm scared. I'm scared of not getting over you. I know you are the one I want to date, the one I want to be seen with. The one I want to tell my friends about. Please, please, please realise that it's you that I want. I want to kiss you. I want to love you. And I need you to love me. I need you to hold me. I can't feel you in my bed anymore. You didn't leave anything behind when you walked out of the door. There's just emptiness and pain. Please come back- You keep on haunting me. Whatever I do, you're there in the back of my head, waiting. And often, god so often you visit my mind and I can't get you out of there. I think about all the hours you've played your guitar for me. About the midnight when you taught me a song on a piano and we played videogames together. And I can't help but think of you when...

4th time seeing you My diary has been feeling up with you so this time I'll try not to make it about you. Well try and fail anyway. In the meadow just underneath the woods there's an old wooden bench. I wouldn't even call it a bench, it's more like an old piece of wood on a little pedestal. But it's a place. A place where the wanderer takes a break. A place where friends chat. A place where lovers stare in the horizon hand in hand. And a place where a lonely soul stops. The old bench is not special but the place is. You sit down and lock eyes with the puffy or maybe even stormy clouds for there are always some. Then your sight wonders to the tiny houses on the faraway hills and you feel you could pick them just like the flowers that surround you. Behind you there's a green green forest. Some might find it relieving and relaxing, others feel anxious with a dark monster creeping nearby, breathing down their necks. So the bench offers everything. To me it'...

I've never felt that kind of physical attraction between me and another person. When I first saw you I had no idea. There was loud music coming out of the speakers and I was dancing to my favourite songs, ignoring the pain in my knee, jumping up and down like crazy. But there you were. You were looking at me and I was looking at you. I smiled and you smiled back. It took you a long while to find some courage to finally ask me to dance. And even then there were no words spoken. You just reached for my hand and held my waist tight. I looked into your eyes and got lost in them. If someone asked I couldn't tell them what colour they were but it was the colour I loved. I liked watching your eyes. Seeing them and seeing you. You kissed my neck gently and I wanted more.Your lips moved to my earlobe and to the top of my forehead. It felt warm and safe. And once I got to feel your lips I needed to taste them too. I had no idea they'd be that soft and that your tongue would find...

Keep on loving, dear heart. I'll walk under the bright stars and I’ll suddenly think of you. It was you who I laughed with under them. It was you who I could lean my head on in the midnight field. It was you who drunkenly told me you liked my eyes more than the moon. It was you who caressed my hair gently. It was you who I snuggled with next to the campfire. It was you who kissed me in the moonlight and held me in the morning dew. It was always you. I liked you the day that I saw you. I was just a little girl with a stupid crush on a cute older guy but I got to meet you. And a year ago I’ve fallen in love with you. I got to hang out with you I even got to kiss you. Many times. But you’ve told me it’s nothing. And my heart shattered. You’ve been everything I’ve wanted. There’s no one I can compare to you. I like your smile. I love it how you look into my eyes when talking. How we can talk about anything and everything. How you tease me but afterward tell me I am good e...

Let me tell you a story. A story about a little girl that left her world to save the Wonderland. You know Alice right? The girl that was braver than any other one. The girl who was so selfless she left the land of her dreams. But if only she stayed... She could have fallen for the Hatter who was MAD about and for her. She could have never left his changing eyes, his crooked smile, his madness. She could love him as madly as he loved her. If only she stayed... Alice decided to grow up just like Wendy did. And there was her own Peter waiting for her but she couldn’t stay. Originally posted by fakevirtue So follow the white rabbit of your dream to take you to the place you want to go to. Fight the jealousy, hate, and all the unwelcome feelings that come reaching their claws for you as you would fight the Red Queen. Fall for the Hatter and get completely bonkers. And at the end, just smile wide as Cheshire cat and keep believing in as much as six impossible things bef...