I had given up hope on ever finding someone to love...and then I met Katie. Now, I can't help but feel the emotion, and I want to let this emotion escape me. I want to share my love with her, but alas, we don't really know eachother that well. what I do know is that her eyes penetrate to the depths of my soul, her smile is a beacon in the fog of my life, and her words strike a chord with the fabric of my being. Cliches aside, I want to get to know her better.
Lately, I've felt like I have no sense of humour. I can laugh at other things, but I just haven't been making jokes - I haven't been able to come up with them. Girls expect a sense of humour. What should I do?
Her warmth has brought me out of the shadow of loneliness and sparked my soul with a fire that consumes my thoughts, perhaps that fire will give me a sense of humour.
I don't want to be obsessed. I don't think that I am.
Love is a verb.
I sit next to her in my American Government class. We talk before class starts...but when it ends I never know what to say. Usually the only thing to say is goodbye, and thats the last thing I want to do.
I had lost hope.
She's not going to be here this summer.
She is always cheerful. She is outgoing, friendly and I can sense the goodness of her being.
The orange glow of embers in the fireplace
My thoughts are unrefined.
Between stimulus and response is choice.
Lately, I've felt like I have no sense of humour. I can laugh at other things, but I just haven't been making jokes - I haven't been able to come up with them. Girls expect a sense of humour. What should I do?
Her warmth has brought me out of the shadow of loneliness and sparked my soul with a fire that consumes my thoughts, perhaps that fire will give me a sense of humour.
I don't want to be obsessed. I don't think that I am.
Love is a verb.
I sit next to her in my American Government class. We talk before class starts...but when it ends I never know what to say. Usually the only thing to say is goodbye, and thats the last thing I want to do.
I had lost hope.
She's not going to be here this summer.
She is always cheerful. She is outgoing, friendly and I can sense the goodness of her being.
The orange glow of embers in the fireplace
My thoughts are unrefined.
Between stimulus and response is choice.