lovin_him

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Hi:)
I'm Andrianna. But does a name really even matter in this world? We all get lost in the shuffle. That's kinda the story of my life. I'm not going to lie. I love my life. I love being in my own little world. And nobody will ever get me out. I have a passion. That passion is music. I adore music. Good music. And to tell you the truth, I think anything is music. Any artist willing to put their music out there is an inspiration to us all. But if you asked me my favorite artists: Christina Perri, Secondhand Serenade, Taylor Swift, Fleetwood Mac, and then my boy band forever Jonas Brothers♥ I also have a passion to read. Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and anything Sarah Dessen are my life. I play softball and tennis. Correction I play tennis, and I live softball. They are what I will do forever♥ Until I get old and wrinkley and can't play:) I'm in highschool. I love it and work very hard. My last passion... Singing. I don't care if I'm ever discovered, I don't care if I don't get the solo or the lead in a play, I just want to be able to sing. Forever. I love God. And I'm not trying to be all high and mighty. I'm just saying I love him and would be lost without him. Witty is my life.
I don't even think anyone will want to hear this but... My love life.
I walk into preschool. Pooh Bear backpack in hand, long blonde hair in ponytail, and shyness covering my true fear and excitement in my eyes. I then go sit at my name tag at a table. The tables were set up alphabetically so I sit next to a boy with blonde hair, freckles, and from that moment I knew, the prettiest blue eyes that I had ever seen. He looked at me and said, "Hi, I'm Tommy." And from then on we were unseperable. Best. Friends.
We went through everything together. I was never a girly girl and he always told me he like that I would play baseball with him and stuff because I wasn't like the other girls. So I took that as an okay to continue being myself. A tomboy. Well, we got older and once we went into third grade, he didn't want to be best friends with a girl anymore because all the boys made fun of him. Well, I didn't care. I made other friends but always had this weird feeling inside me about Tommy. I didn't know it then but I really liked Tommy. Really really liked him. I finally realized that. 4th grade I realized how I felt about him. It had seemed like he had forgotten about our friendship though. He never talked to me and I guess that I did the same to him. But years passed and I continued to crush on him.

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&when some

worry about whether HE'S going to text you first or not...

I worry about if he's going to respond to my texts.

 

i finally got the nerve to ask him.
I said, "Do you like me or not?" He told me, "I like your smile, your laugh, your personality, your eyes, and you.
But I dont love you." </3


 


&we sat there


On the swings. As I looked in his eyes and he looked in mine.
For a minute we just looked at each other. Then when words were about
to come out of my mouth he told me. He told me that he was leaving.
I pretended I didn't care and then I got up I couldn't hold back my tears.
When I got to the edge of the sidewalk I looked over my shoulder,
expecting to see him right behind me, ready to hug me and tell me that
everything was going to be okay.



I was alone.


Seeing a " fave if you get it " quote

and not having a clue what it means

and being like
 
". . . well I feel stupid. . ."
nmf

And I was there, when she broke up with him. He kept fighting to be her boyfriend. He told her how he had so much fun when he was around her, how he thought she was so beautiful, how he felt like he could be himself around her, how he just wanted to be around her all the time, how she was constantly on his mind, and how his heart sunk when he saw her.

He described how I felt about him.
nmf

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&Boys have it so easy.
They can ask out any girl they want, while us girls have to sit here and hope with all our heart that their "girl" will be us.



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