Last weekend I got together with a boy I used to like back in high school, although I never told him because I was too nervous back then. We spent the whole day at the amusment park near my house and then we went to the beach to listen to a local band play. I wanted to hold his hand but I was scared that he didn’t like me in the way that I liked him. Then when it got later he drove me back to his house to go swimming and he started to tickle me while he was holding me in the pool. Then I’m not sure who kissed who, but we did. I think it was mainly me. But I thought that my heart was going to explode. I drove back to my apartment today and wrote out a long confession letter to him and sent it; telling him how I had actually liked him since 9th grade. (Like 5 years ago) and now I’m waiting here for a reply.
That’s my personal love story, without a concrete ending. :)
I love the color of my eyes, and I like the fact that I’m headstrong and independent. :D That’s about it, I think haha!
Lust: A personal love story.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
Now to wait for the rejection so I can carry on.
in my bed
Also, someone sang/played us songs on his guitar, and he was hot shit.