" i think in 2nd grade i knew love more.
i allowed my mind to be filled with ways to win him over, to have him around my finger... give me quick glances that would make my face squirm, but my insides bloom rainbows.
i'm in 10th now.
love isn't worth it, and i don't think about it anymore.
it's not that i'm scared, but it seems like such a lovely thing to have. something that is too lovely to be true. "
hi garglex