505 days ~ irwin

Prologue

Sorry for the short prologue but I thought it would be easier to get two sides of the story instead of one and make it all confusing. I promise the chapter will be longer once time rolls by.

-Happy reading!(:

Brinley's POV

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. -E.E Cummings.

Whenever I see his face I don't know weather to smile or cry; if I should crawl up in a ball and think about him, or smile and dream about what we could be. But I feel like he's so far away, distance almost. It all seems fake, unrealistic. A boy doesn't just move into the house next door to you, have the same interest, and then falls madly in love with you, right?

Every time you tell me that you love me, I never believe it, but when I tell you that I love you, you react the same. I never thought it was true, and I always wondered if you thought the same, because I loved you more than I had loved myself, or anyone else in that matter, but before you can love someone, you have to learn to love yourself first: at least that was what everyone told me multiple times.

I constantly think, what do you do after you see me, do you go at home, shut the door behind you, smile so much that you can't wipe it off, scream in your pillow, and hug your knees, fall asleep thinking about the day ahead? Because I know that I sure do.

You give me this undesirable feelings, like a new emotion. It's like I have to be with you every second of everyday, or else I'l go insane. I always say "I miss you" even if it's been 20 minutes since I last saw you. I found myself writing about you lately. I sit in class, not realizing what I am doing, until I see that I have written a full poem about how you make me feel. But no matter how much I write, no matter how much l try, I could not describe to you what I feel towards you, there's no word for it except for; in love, even that doesn't do it justice. I feel like I'm just repeating things over and over again, but I am trying so hard to get it through your head,

that I'm truly, madly, deeply, in love with you.

Sincerely yours; Brinley.