maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
if you call me at all don't tell me that I'm ordinary
We spent the entire afternoon texting each other. He was kinda flirty, and I couldn't get left behind. I had a constant smile the whole day, he was so cute. And he found cute the fact that most of my messages were random lyrics, some hearts and something with no much sense, but I couldn't get to say anything else, I was fucking shocked. My heart was beating so fast I started to think that maybe I could seriously have a heart attack. My mind was blank. And I felt kinda stupid for that.
''I'd like to talk you about so many things, but I can't because I can't find the words, I'd like to tell you all the things you deserve ot be told, and a few more things, but nothing I say is going to be enough to really express what I feel and think now...'' . SERIOUSLY?! The post hardcore drummer, filled with tattoos, the bad guy, Whiskey Hands, with his secretary sitting on his lap, bitches, money, weed?? He was really THAT cute? I actually couldn't believe it was him, he was so vulnerable, so perfect. He was a little soft kitty, I just wanted to hug him tight. But, again, what am I supposed to respond to that? My mind was completely blank.
We discussed about how fast everything happened. We were two strangers, and after a month of complete silence we were texting each other saying how much we liked each other? Wow. I would never imagine something like this could happen. But I was happy. I finally, for once in my life, stopped of being a chicken, a scared kitty, and I opened up to my feelings. If I wouldn't stop being such a coward and take the initiative, I guess none of this would happened.
He asked me what I was thinking. I noticed I was thinking about all those times, in high-school, people bullied me, telling me that I was fat, ugly, worthless, all the people that let me down, and here was him, making me feel good, restoring my hope. Maybe, he's gonna be the one that saves me. ''Stop thinking those things. I want you to be happy. And I'm going to ensure you're gonna be happy. It's the only thing I want.''
The conversation kept going like that, with him telling me cute things and I just responding him with hearts, random lyrics, thanks, and something without much sense.
But it wasn't until the night that he called me. We stopped texting because he had to rehearse or something, but around 9.30pm my phone rang. I knew it was him. I don't know how, I just knew it. He sounded pretty nervous. We had a 2 minute conversation in which quickly he ask me if I wanted to go out the next day. I obviously said yes. He told me he would be at my house around 3. I was too happy. Funny, half and hour later, he texted me asking my address. I don't know why, but I found pretty cute the fact that he forgot asking me that by phone.
I smiled and layed in bed. Tomorrow it's gonna be a good day. But I still was thinking that he didn't wanted me.
''I'd like to talk you about so many things, but I can't because I can't find the words, I'd like to tell you all the things you deserve ot be told, and a few more things, but nothing I say is going to be enough to really express what I feel and think now...'' . SERIOUSLY?! The post hardcore drummer, filled with tattoos, the bad guy, Whiskey Hands, with his secretary sitting on his lap, bitches, money, weed?? He was really THAT cute? I actually couldn't believe it was him, he was so vulnerable, so perfect. He was a little soft kitty, I just wanted to hug him tight. But, again, what am I supposed to respond to that? My mind was completely blank.
We discussed about how fast everything happened. We were two strangers, and after a month of complete silence we were texting each other saying how much we liked each other? Wow. I would never imagine something like this could happen. But I was happy. I finally, for once in my life, stopped of being a chicken, a scared kitty, and I opened up to my feelings. If I wouldn't stop being such a coward and take the initiative, I guess none of this would happened.
He asked me what I was thinking. I noticed I was thinking about all those times, in high-school, people bullied me, telling me that I was fat, ugly, worthless, all the people that let me down, and here was him, making me feel good, restoring my hope. Maybe, he's gonna be the one that saves me. ''Stop thinking those things. I want you to be happy. And I'm going to ensure you're gonna be happy. It's the only thing I want.''
The conversation kept going like that, with him telling me cute things and I just responding him with hearts, random lyrics, thanks, and something without much sense.
But it wasn't until the night that he called me. We stopped texting because he had to rehearse or something, but around 9.30pm my phone rang. I knew it was him. I don't know how, I just knew it. He sounded pretty nervous. We had a 2 minute conversation in which quickly he ask me if I wanted to go out the next day. I obviously said yes. He told me he would be at my house around 3. I was too happy. Funny, half and hour later, he texted me asking my address. I don't know why, but I found pretty cute the fact that he forgot asking me that by phone.
I smiled and layed in bed. Tomorrow it's gonna be a good day. But I still was thinking that he didn't wanted me.
Notes
ugh, sorry for taking so long in update. This is kinda short and a filler. I swear that tonight I'm gonna update another one, I little more interesting that this one. Sorry again. And thanks :DI love you all <3
8/13/13