I feel people don't understand the concept of my writings. They don't understand that behind every character is me hiding in the shadow of regret. They don't understand that every feeling the character experiences is EXACTLY what I feel. They don't understand the pain behind my writing. They don't understand ME!
They don't understand what my love for her is. They don't understand that I cry inside everytime I think of her. They don't understand that I'm quietly screaming out for help and for love. They don't understand how perfect she is for me. They don't understand that I'm stuck comparing all girls to her for the rest of my live. They don't understand what love even is!
In highschool, the first thing they think about when they hear the word 'love' is sex and making out. The first thing I think of is staring into each other's eyes imagining being together for the reast of eternity. I hate love now. It's thrown me into the ground forcing me to eat dirt too many times.
But I love it. I love the feeling of butterflies when we make eye contact. I love the feeling I get when my hand fits her hand like the one missing puzzle piece to the puzzle. I love the feeling I get when she gives me that one blushing smile after I compliment her. I love the feeling I get when she says, "I love you."
I miss that feeling. I miss all of those feelings
I miss her.
I love her.
