n o v e m b e r . ♥
but you can call me nova. please don't mind me; i'm only hear to make
bad jokes and share my opinions through senseless, rhymeless poetry.
Him: I love you.
Me:
How dare you say that,
you barely know me.
Him:
I know that you hate when people chew with their mouths open. You
hate
being tickled and you
can't stand the sound of a baby crying. You won't eat
seafood
and you are allergic to eggs
and sunscreen. You have never missed an episode of
Pretty Little Liars and your
favorite time of day is night. You love country music and
orange juice and your
cowgirl boots. You would never tell anybody but you play the
guitar and piano and your
voice is amazing. You always have to burn your hair until
it is straight but I love
your hair when you leave it natural. It is curly and weird
and
frizzy but I always find
myself wanting to reach out and touch it. You hate the fact
that you have a freckle half
on your bottom lip but I think it is adorable and you
don't realize that when
you smile, a genuine smile, the left corner of your lips lift
up just slightly and I
always want to kiss you when you do. We have been dating
for 2 years, 11 months and 6
days as of today, and I know that we are teenagers
and that teenagers
aren't supposed to know what love it but I know,
absolutely
and completely, that if love
exists than I see it every time you speak or smile or
blush. I love
you.
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So I had a miny heart attack today.
I was on the bus with some friends and I was sitting beside
the guy I like and I kind of fell asleep on the window and
when
I woke up I thought he shaved off my hair but it turns out he
just put it in a bun on top of my head. Okay bye.
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