Falling in love is something that is talked about, but its not ever really described. Today is Valentines Day and there is nothing, not a singular thing that could make me like today. I, a girl, who has a vinyl collection, learns for fun, reads for fun, and devotes most of her time to taekwondo, not a lot of guys really look my way.
That doesn't upset me, like literally at all. I live in the south, and as you can imagine, a guy who doesn't spend his time fishing or hunting in his spare time, uses gay as an insult, and thinks that Donald Trump is a god send, is few and far between. My best friend have labeled these guys the, "For No Reason Ever May Either of Us Come Anywhere Near Them" or, the easiest way to put them, Hicks.
I do want to fall in love though. I do want to feel wanted. But just by no one in the school, or hell, even in this town. I spend a lot of my time day-dreaming. Day-dreaming is something I enjoy. I can live what ever life I want to live, do what ever I want to do, be who ever I want to be. Its great. But in my day dreams, I always have one thing that is the same. The boy I fall in love with. He has medium wavy brown hair, he loves to read, just like I do, wears sweaters with a collar underneath, and he is basically your cliche dark academia boy. I love him. With all my heart, I love him.
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the way i love you
Romanceone day, a new student comes to school and amelia falls in love at first sight, and yes, they most likely end up together, but the path to get there, its a tough one.
