liveinlove_x

ONE  DIRECTION
At the sight of it, that name may make some of you cringe thinking,  "Oh great. Another quote
about those boys."   And I'm not just making this because I'm a Directioner, because I think they're attractive,
or because I'm fangirling. I'm making this quote because of how much they mean to me. I've honestly
never felt so close to a band and been so attached to one as much as I am to those 5 boys.
Everytime I'm in a sad or angry mood, I turn blast Up All Night and I'm smiling and singing along
in minutes. I understand all the inside jokes, like trying to explain how Harry and Louis are gay
for each other, but they aren't really gay. I admire their bromance and love each and every one of
them. They make me smile on a regular basis. I've met a ton of other people just as crazy about
them as I am and it's nice having someone who understands it all, to talk to. I've never met any
of the other Directioners, but I feel close to each and every one of them. You know, I may never
meet Louis, Harry, Niall, Zayn or Liam, but they'll never know the impact they've had on my life. <3

dearhim,
If someone asked me how I felt about you,I'd probably say "I don't know,"
because it's the truth ... I don't. You know when something makes sense
in your head, but when you try to say it out loud, you can't? There's too
many thoughts jumbled in my brain to say it all. Sometimes, I feel like I
don't even understand myself ... and as I'm sitting here writing this to you,
I feel like you don't either, and that hurts me a lot. The one person who I
want to know inside and out, who I want to fall in love with, doesn't care
about me as much as he did. I don't dwell on it anymore, but know you're
still there in the back of my mind and you haven't left. It doesn't matter how
long I don't think of you. If I think about what happened between us for even
a second, I get tears in my eyes. It's all so screwed up.And what's even worse
is that nagging feeling inside of me that just doesn't fully want to let you go.
It makes me believe you do care about me and make me feel things I don't
want to anymore. I'm getting so sick of it I've told my friends about my feelings
the best I can hoping to get advice, but all I get is that I can't love you because
we didn't have a legit relationship. But does that even matter? We talked every
day, made each other smile and you were unlike anyone else I knew. I was childish
back then. I was just another girl in the crowd following everyone else.Two years
later, I've finally found out who I really am and who I want to be. I love my life and
myself. The only thing is you've changed too, for the worse. When we met, you were
so gentle and caring of others. But now that you're older and have had more girls
see what I seen in you, you've become a different person. You're pig headed and
cocky. You throw girls away like no ones business and flirt with everyone. This is going
to sound so corny, but when I see you and our eyes meet I sense that boy I fell in love
with is still there and he still cares about me, he just can't show it. Despite how much I
want to resent you and hate you for who you've become, I can't. I still care and love you
as much as I did the second I met you. That October two years ago, I fell for you the very
minute I laid eyes on you. And everytime I see you I fall for you all over, just like that
first time. I love you.

        typical conversation over text between my mom&me ..

       
        Mom: Did you ask her for his name?
        Me:    Ask who? Do you want me to use those magical mind
                  powers you neglected to give me?
        Mom: When you find the mind powers, then send them
                   my way, lol. Nevermind, just send the whole mind.
        Me:    Sorry, no can do. Common sense is something
                  our family women all lack.
        Mom: Speak for yourself, I just married into the family.
        Me:    You made me.
        Mom: Dad's genes.
        Me:    But you also made my sisters and considering 2 of
                  them are my half sisters, it has to be your genes.
        Mom: Yeah, yeah.
        Me: Point, me.

                                      
 
                                                                   BLASTING ONE DIRECTION AND PAINTING MY NAILS ♥


seems legit.