October 2010
19 posts
I’m a girl.
I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything’s meaning. I dream big. My expectations are high. I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you. That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how was your day, I genuinely want to know. And when...
“meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with...”
