It's just a mystery.

Jytte, the old person.

Hey  Guysss. So I decided to change up the perspective, I think that's what it's called. Now im writing in third person or going to attempt too. It will be very different from others, maybe. I hope you enjoy this story, Its deeply personal to me and I haven't wrote in months. // AJ 

My nearly cracked IPhone 5 was in my hands, practically heating up like the job of a microwave. There's this special girl out there. Have you ever met that perfect girl or guy. Who just makes you so happy. Makes you smile even when you're feeling blueeee. [listens to teen beach movie music play]

I usually prefer clingy people. Not the 'bad' kind. Like when someone purposely grabs my hand and plays with my little fingers. Or grabs my hand and slowly interwines my fingers, it legit makes me so happy. Just like cute texts, morning texts, goodnight texts. Coming back from a stressful day to a "I miss you" text message. Random voicemails and calls just to say the cutish things (maybe that's not a weird). Littles things are so big in general, that's why I enjoy life sometimes. 

Anyway,  Jytte was different. She made me so happy. She sent my cute texts, she called me cute names such as Princess, Baby, Babe, Cutie Pie. Cute things like that. Something about her, she was my first girl crush. Somehow she was. 

God it's hard to explain this, especially cause I'm trying to tell a story, where I'm utterly stuck in the middle. I paced around my room just staring randomly at random things. She's a 16 year old. Someone I may never ever meet til years by now. All she does is text me and talk to me about things. I could see my life with her, she's so kind. She always loves my cuddles and my cute face.

But is she worth it?

My mind is getting pulled, my heart is somewhere lost in the sea of bodies. How do I survive? 

My vocabulary is so limited with things. Sometimes I just can't pull my head into it. Her fucking laugh is music to my ears. How the hell can I talk about a girl, who isn't even next to me.

I never felt her touch, I've never felt her warmth. Never saw how tall she was. What her beautiful eyes truly look like. It hurts that others get to see her every day. Meanwhile I can't do anything. But stare a phone screen, waiting days, maybe hours, or seconds, or minutes just to get a simple worded text for her. 

These thoughts, It's so hard for me to put it into words. Just staring at this stupid screen trying to type a story that might not even get many views because of my stupid ass thoughts. 

Jytte. JYTTE. Why couldn't you be here. Why couldn't we have fallen in love. Why couldn't we have meant. Why is my mind so confusing. Why am I thinking about this?!

WELLLLL THAT CHAPTER SUCKED ASSSSSSSESESSESESESSS. 

Lately I've been questioning if I should even write? I don't know. Well enjoy the second chapter. Byee.//