#lovesick?

[soul-inspirations98]

[elektrostatikk]

[a-few-ocs]

He looked at her as if she was all good in the world, the only emotion in his eyes being love, pure and strong.  She looked at him loathsomely, hatred and annoyance itching at her chest as she caught the love-struck boy staring at her, a hiss forming under her breath before forcing a fake smile on her face.

Blythe and Adonus’ “love” story

[cherrinectar]

Need the high of a push and pull type of relationship.

Play with my feelings, girl. Confuse me and excite me. Invade and claim my personal space as your own; claim me and in the same breath tell another you love them.

Destroy me.

...or maybe I just miss the feeling of drowning in love's warmth

[dingusbingus96]

She texted me again. Told me that she missed me so much that she wants to hug me and she uh...read one of my old notes. *Covers face.* I-I'm probably wrong about her liking me. I mean... It's been a long time? And... Wow. It's weird how my heart just jumped when I read that text.

She even thought about me and actually got my number. It is rare if somebody does that...just to contact me again. She wants us to hang-out someday and it's like... My mother doesn't approve because of a past reason. (Embarrassing, really.) I would love to, though. It would be totally sweet. I even got her Skype and maybe...probably we'll do a Skype call this weekend and I just... I haven't felt this gushy in a long time. But then again... I have my doubts.

[inutilidadeaflorada]

Nos últimos dias tenho te ouvido em todos os lugares, tenho te visto em todos os rostos, talvez seja a carência dando as caras. Mas o fato é, estou com uma enorme necessidade de você, sinto falta daquelas coisas que eram tão normais, das nossas conversas informais. Até o andar de outras moças me faz lembrar do seu andar, totalmente concentrado em realizar seu objetivo. Teu sorriso cheio de covinhas vem me visitar quando coloco a cabeça no travesseiro e fecho os olhos. O brilho dos teus olhos estão iluminando cada passo que dou nessa escuridão, rumo ao desconhecido. Sou apenas um espectador, atento a seus detalhes. Acompanho como um balé, os passos que a vida faz você criar...

Lovesick ?, Pierrot Ruivo

[likearollingkimstone]

It's weird I barely talk to him (only in sporadic spurts). But it makes me just as happy as when I talked to him that one night. I have no expectations of where this could go. We don't live anywhere near one another at the moment. I think it's just nice to have someone (a boy) to talk to again, even if it is very little. Plus I keep thinking that he works in the Mad T Party at Disney (wishful thinking), which is both weird and awesome at the same time (if he did happen to work where I think he works). Either way, the anticipation of talking to him again is always thrilling. I hope it's soon. A sentence at a time feels like such a tease, but oddly perfect at the same time. I'm far giddier than I should be.