#halfinlove

[beaforyougo]

My heart feels tied

I don’t know what’s going on with me

And I should feel fine

But baby his love is still haunting me

[teenplicity]

The singer says of what she noticed [about herself after ‘American Idol’], “I just felt so comfortable on stage. I felt so much more confident. I was just having fun, I wasn’t nervous; I wasn’t worrying about things. I wasn’t worrying about if my hair is standing up backwards or something.” A laugh bubbles up at the last thought. “But I just had a great time. I definitely grew as an artist, performing and having that confidence.” #ErinKirby #HalfInLove #AmericanIdol #Singer #Songwriter #Music #Interview #Teenplicity #throwback #songs #performer https://teenplicity.com/fall-in-love-with-erin-kirby/ https://www.instagram.com/p/CLID_nHpWvy/?igshid=1fxr45l9lcx21

[soshirobi]

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty…you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

J. D. Salinger

[killhimwithkindness-blog]

When third chances are almost real things

We did that again. For a third time! Third time's the charm unless one is dealing with a barber. It was more real and more intense and better than the previous times. Interestingly, whenever one's heart breaks anew, it always feels familiar though never quite the same as before. Before we met to talk, i.e. during the waiting period of 1.5 hours, I had the gut-falling out feeling of all-consuming anxiety. I think that's probably the worst I'll feel during the situation, which is only sort of a comforting thought. This time, I didn't feel like we were over until about 2 weeks after the finishing conversation, when my visiting friends left, and then it really hit me when I was sitting not on my bench reading Hemingway in my favourite park. This time, it was less of a stabbing or tearing feeling as much as this really big emptiness. Leaving the 32-year old in the airport was like ripping the middle of my chest out, it was like part of me was being removed. But last week was like having some part just fall out and being unable to grab it back, much less violent but with much more finality. Being half in love is difficult, but it's quite easy to act as though things are completely functional and normal, even when speaking on the phone immediately pre-crying face off. I've  never had as many popped blood vessels around my eyes as when I woke up Friday morning. Someday I'll be pretty when I cry but I don't think it'll be anytime soon, unfortunately.