There's always something special about the day after a first kiss.
Its not as if your certain whether they really like you, or not.
It's not like you can call them your boyfriend or girlfriend yet, because when you think carefully, all you end up thinking is
'it was just a kiss'
The special part is knowing that they either love you, or you were too special to miss a kiss. Love kind of drains the energy you have in your body, and that was clearly rubbing off on me. I couldn't care less about my unfinished homework laying on my desk or the messy hair I had. I'm a teenage girl in love, you have to let me be.
Did he like me back?
Was that why he kissed me?
He thinks I'm cute, is that a good thing? Should I be happy?
Should I call him cute?
There's always something special about the day after a first kiss.
The thoughts roaming like a stampede through your mind. The tingling over butterflies in your stomach, or perhaps the whole entire animal kingdom, for that matter.
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl, knowing that he may think you of 'the girl'
Now and again, these thoughts occur, or maybe a little more than sometimes.
Maybe everything you think about reminds you of him or her.
Boy meets girl,
Girl meets boy,
Boy meets boy,
Girl meets girl,
That's always the begginning of a sweet love story.
The whole day I received texts from Nathan.
They weren't anything towards a subject but they were cute things like
'I had fun hanging out with you, yesterday.'
and ' I love spending time with you'
simple stuff you'd always get after a first date.
boring to some, heart pounding for me.
Nobody really has ever made me feel in love before, nobody has tried, and probably nobody has thought about it.
I'm a geek, an outcast and a dork. I'm clumsy and also, unlike most nerds, bad at math.
But I'm not unaware of the feeling of love. Its not as if I haven't felt it, because I know, more than anything, I know the achey feeling it can be. I also know how reliable it can be.
I hate love, I really do,
because it inducts change and can be as soft as a sheep or it can be as passionate as being tied up to a electric wire and drenched in water,
together.
It can be Electrifying,
it can nurture and support
and as an opinion,it does end,
but what doesn't?
Everything ends and everything hodkds to a stop it doesn't matter if it's a human or a robot. Either way, its always going to end.
I think that being in love doesn't always have to mean you think about them every second of your life, because for me, It wasn't always every thought he filled in my mind.
Nathan, really has helped me through a lot. He's pushed me through most of the drama, and I bet he doesnt even know that.
The year of grade 7,
I was diagnosed with social anxiety.
I began stages of having depression, because I thought about death sometimes
but soon enough,
I stopped.
I knew there wasn't any point because I knew every part of me deserved the knowledge of flaws, in fact everyone does.
There were times when I swore to myself I'd never truly live until I stopped having that stupid thing called anxiety, and of course social anxiety is still a thing that haunts me, but I'm okay. I know that.
I have so many friends, and I still have social anxiety.
I'm living just above the middle line.
I'm a normal teenager.
I'm afraid of being by myself.
I'm afraid of having nobody to talk to, but since I met Nathan, I knew I always would. However so many thousand words there are in the dictionary, not one of them begins to cover the love I have to him.
It may be hard to be in love, but no matter.
Whether he loves me or not doesn't lessen any affection I hold inside my heart for him.
(*HEYY I'm really sorry this is soo late and a tiny chapter but I have been sick because it's actually the widdle of winter here in Australia so im really sorry and Ive just started back at school which means the teachers are urging to give me 10000000 sheets of homework I'm sorryyyy please rate like and comment)
(btw, my name is Darci, but you can call me CiCi)
