Love. Love is the one thing that I've ever truly desired. I don't mean the love you get from your parents or family members, or the platonically fun love that you share with your friends. I mean the love that makes you lose all thought till there is nothing in your mind but that person. The love that makes you nervous yet excited to see them throughout the day. The longing I have to experience this kind of love is one that I have never experienced before and it is all because of one person.
How can one person cause all of these emotions? It never fully made sense to me on how a person's mere existence could alter a person's feelings and even internal thoughts. Even the most minute thought of him makes my entire mind spiral with thoughts that strangle my mind and heart all at once. His words, his gaze, his voice , the soft yet genuine sound of his laughter, all of it warps my mind into this never ending cycle of fondness then always ends in heartache. The morals that my heart holds wont allow the burning sensation of impulsive thoughts break into the barrier of reality. Luckily, my heart has saved me from these dreadful thoughts but I've always wondered what would have happened if I simply didn't hear the pleas and warnings of that organ. Maybe I would have been expelled by now or wallowing in the dark ocean of my own thoughts full of guilt.
Yet there is always the variable that my hopeless romantic self still holds on to. What if he did have feelings for me ? What if he accepted my feelings but didn't want a relationship just yet? Even though there's always that hope that lingers in my young mind , I know that he is a man with good morals and a kind heart. No matter the urge , no matter how deep my feelings will burrow inside me. I stay silent.
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The mind of a teenage hopelessly romantic girl
RandomThese are some of the short stories that I as a teenage girl write. the stories are mainly about the crush I have on one person and the feelings that come with it. have fun reading and maybe you can relate.
