IWrite_1

The worst kind of love is when you are irrelevant to him.
          	*
          	I mean,
          	Being in love but miles apart, is bad.
          	Being in love but stuck in the friend zone, is bad.
          	Being in love with your friend who's already committed to someone, is bad.
          	But this, is the worst.
          	*
          	Like,
          	You stare at him when he's not looking.
          	And,
          	He just looks past you.
          	*
          	You stutter and stammer when he's around.
          	And,
          	He does not even notice it.
          	*
          	You dress up for him, and try to look your best when he's around.
          	And,
          	He can't even begin to imagine the things his dimpled grin does to your heart.
          	*
          	You blush at his name, and giggle when your friends tease you with it.
          	And,
          	He does not even know your name.
          	*
          	You write his name with a red pencil and hearts on the pages of your diary, pray that he stays safe, and dream of a future with him.
          	And yet,
          	He has absolutely no idea that you exist.
          	
          	
          	

IWrite_1

The worst kind of love is when you are irrelevant to him.
          *
          I mean,
          Being in love but miles apart, is bad.
          Being in love but stuck in the friend zone, is bad.
          Being in love with your friend who's already committed to someone, is bad.
          But this, is the worst.
          *
          Like,
          You stare at him when he's not looking.
          And,
          He just looks past you.
          *
          You stutter and stammer when he's around.
          And,
          He does not even notice it.
          *
          You dress up for him, and try to look your best when he's around.
          And,
          He can't even begin to imagine the things his dimpled grin does to your heart.
          *
          You blush at his name, and giggle when your friends tease you with it.
          And,
          He does not even know your name.
          *
          You write his name with a red pencil and hearts on the pages of your diary, pray that he stays safe, and dream of a future with him.
          And yet,
          He has absolutely no idea that you exist.
          
          
          

IWrite_1

Ahem.
          
          I updated Playgirl Parker.
          
          I officially completed a book on wattpad. So proud of myself right now.
          
          Check it our if you have the time to. Wink. And please leave me comments to read and blush about. I love reading comments by you guys. I swear, I look like a cartoon character with heart emojis in my eyes.
          
          Anyways, 
          
          Virtual Hugs everyone.

IWrite_1

It isn't always about the stuff you do.
          You don't offer me your coat. You remind me to take my favourite hoodie when we go out, and reprimand me if I don't.
          You don't take me to watch Opera or a musical. You stay up late with me and we marathon my favourite shows.
          You don't surprise me with an elegant evening gown on my birthday. You take a day off a week before my birthday, and you let me choose.
          You don't wake me up with a breakfast-in-bed. You drag me into the kitchen, and have me give you the recipe to my favourite kind of pie, while directing you each step of the way.
          You don't send me large bouquets at work. You make me garden with you on Sundays and frown when I talk of plucking the roses we grew together.
          You don't even say 'I love you' to me after every sentence.
          You just look at me with a twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your face, in a way that says it all.
          Dear,
          You don't write love letters to me like the one my pen is scribbling away right now.
          You just hold my hand, cup my face, brush away my hair, and that more than tells me that there's no one you'd rather spend your life with, forever.
          And that's the way I like it.
          All my love,
          Yours.

IWrite_1

Yeah, I'm considering that really...but after i get done with a few more on my board...coz ykw as a book it doesn't get read that much...
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cheenikam

@IWrite_1 you are really amazing at this gurl ! You should continue doing this and please make this into a book! This deserves one ! 
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cheenikam

@IWrite_1 this is way too good. I specifically love the hoodie part , coz ukw ? All of my best friends do it and I'd rather have a best friend be my boyfriend rather than anyone else! 
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IWrite_1

It isn't always about the stuff you do.
          You don't offer me your coat. You remind me to take my favourite hoodie when we go out, and reprimand me if I don't.
          You don't take me to watch Opera or a musical. You stay up late with me and we marathon my favourite shows.
          You don't surprise me with an elegant evening gown on my birthday. You take a day off a week before my birthday, and you let me choose.
          You don't wake me up with a breakfast-in-bed. You drag me into the kitchen, and have me give you the recipe to my favourite kind of pie, while directing you each step of the way.
          You don't send me large bouquets at work. You make me garden with you on Sundays and frown when I talk of plucking the roses we grew together.
          You don't even say 'I love you' to me after every sentence.
          You just look at me with a twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your face, in a way that says it all.
          Dear,
          You don't write love letters to me like the one my pen is scribbling away right now.
          You just hold my hand, cup my face, brush away my hair, and that more than tells me that there's no one you'd rather spend your life with, forever.
          And that's the way I like it.
          All my love,
          Yours.

IWrite_1

Cas,
          Someday, Sometime,
          I'll have had enough.
          I'll have saved enough lives to last mine,
          I'll have made enough people smile; it'll be a job well finished.
          And that day, that time,
          I'll look to rest.
          I'll look around me, and,
          I'll search for a place to be,
          I'll search for a wall to lean on,
          I'll search for a loved one to dream with,
          I'll search for a friend to talk to,
          And
          I'll search for a home, to spend the rest of my days,
          But,
          I fear,
          That day, that time,
          It'll be too late.
          The places will all have been taken,
          The walls will have all crumbled to dust,
          Loved ones, would've abandoned, and be afar,
          All friends, long gone and amiss
          And,
          My home, not a home anymore.
          And that day, that time,
          I'll be all alone.
          Scarred, hurt, and blemished.
          Bare, Afraid, and Forgotten.
          And Cas,
          Then,
          I'll call upon you.
          I'll shout out for you,
          And,
          I'll look up to the heavens, and I'll cry out for you.
          And,
          You'll come.
          This, I know now, and this, I'll know then.
          You'll come like you've always come,
          I know for sure, Cas,
          You'll be there.
          And that day, that time,
          You, 
          Cas,
          Will be my place, my wall, my loved one, my friend, and my home.
          That day, that time,
          Cas,
          You,
          Will be everything to me.
          Just like you are now.
          But then, I'll say it aloud.
          I'll have the courage to.
          And I will say it.
          I'll say it to heaven, to hell, and to every person on Earth.
          That, I
          Love You.
          That I love you.

IWrite_1

Oh my god, i love u guys...nobody gives me more support than wattpad...this stuff literally goes unnoticed on tumblr and pinterest...i could cry out of my love for this site where stuff actually gets read, and for how much i love you two
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Lomolma4

@IWrite_1 this is awesome great, really nice..
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IWrite_1

Guys...
          
          New Book.
          
          Can't do anything but request you, my readers and friends who might not be pleased at me right now, very humbly, to check it out.
          
          Should warn, you will make sense of it, if you've watched the television series 'Supernatural' because this is in the truest sense, a fan fiction. If you are, though, a supernatural fan, as big as I am now, I dearly wish that you give it a chance, because I promise, it's good.
          
          Virtual hugs, everyone.
          
          Sheya.
          
          

IWrite_1

Oh boy, I'm an idiot...forgot to mention the name of the freaking book...the name is 'JUST ANOTHER CASE' and I repeat, 'JUST ANOTHER CASE'. Peace out.
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IWrite_1

HAPPY HOLI, FELLOW WRITERS AND READERS IN THE KINGDOM OF WATTPAD!!
          
          HOLI IS THE FESTIVAL OF COLORS IN INDIA, WHERE EVERYONE SIMPLY COLORS EACH OTHER, AND THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO TODAY, AND THAT'S WHAT I HOPE ALL OF YOU ENJOY AND DO TODAY!
          
          ALSO...I'M REALLY SORRY, GUYS, BECAUSE I'VE TURNED INTO AN AWFULLY SLOW WRITER AND AM NOT ABLE TO UPDATE REGULARLY...BUT, PLEASE COOPERATE, IT'S A WRITER'S BLOCK BUT IT WILL PASS. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME TOO MUCH, AND DEFINITELY DON'T HATE MY BOOK.
          
          SO...BYEEEEEEEE!