Journal Thoughts

Part 1

I'm a teenage girl in high school with hormones out of whack. I'm going to place my emotions and thoughts here for now. This is how I'll channel me. Enjoy, I guess.

So there's this guy I really really like. I like him so much. I think he might like me but he has a girlfriend who just happens to hate me. I wr9te this though:

I want to feel loved. I want to feel actual love. Not some silly, childish love. But Real love. I want you to love me more than I hate myself. I want to spend more time thinking of you in awe, rather than I pick out all my imperfections. I want to know what you're thinking. I want to be what you're thinking. I want to know you better than I know myself. I want to look at a paper and know its yours because of the hand writting and the way its worded. I want to know when and why you're nervous. I want to be why you're nervous. I want to cry with you. I want you to whipe my tears away and kiss my tear stained cheaks. I want to laugh with you. I want to make you smile at my stupid jokes. I want to fight with you because I know it will only make us stronger. When I'm angry at you, I want you to hold my face and kiss me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I want you to crave my touch as much as I crave yours. I want you to hold my hand and hug me and kiss me in public, showing the world I'm yours. I want to cuddle you all day, with movies and surprise kisses. I want you to want me. I want to hear you say those three words. I want you to love me. I want to feel loved by you. I want to love you so much it hurts.

I think I might love you. I've never been in real love. I don't know what it feels like but I can guess. I think what I feel for you is real love.