Chapter Two: The Girl Next Door
How’d I know her for 13 years? We’ll she’s almost literally the girl next door. Cliche, I know, but the familiar story has its merits. We saw each other all the time, she always came over, just to hang out, sometimes we literally did nothing but just sit around on the computer together or she’d listen to me play music. I had a band back then, she’d come to the...
Chapter One: First Time I Saw You
I first met her a long time ago. We were both very young, she was younger. Even then I loved her, in a pretty platonic way and it was because I was suppose to love her. And that was fine, it was easy to. We flitted in and out of acquaintanceship over the years, at least thirteen years I’ve known her now. But it was the last three years when I really began to become her friend. It was all...
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.– Walter Winchell (via thoughtsofanidealist)
An anonymous love story through eyes of a idealistic hopeless romantic. Experiencing the “total agony of being in love” too? Join me! Hopeless Romantic: 1: A person who daydreams about romantic occasions and dreams of chances where he/she will be able to perform a romantic act to their love, yet never gets the chance to. 2: This person is in love with love. They believe in fairy tales...
Home is whenever I’m with you.– Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros (via thoughtsofanidealist)