I Only See You in My Rearview Mirror Now.

so this website (down there) is just a little something i saw while i was traipsing about the internet as usual. the writer is trying to create a support system for those that have/are bullied. i think it's something important and have reached out to help her. i know that i have a few regulars that check in from time to time, so if you have a story, share it. this is something that is very close to my heart. hopefully it's close to all of your's too.

here's the website, check it out:
http://whatsyourstory22.wordpress.com/

I Would Never Try to make You be Anything You didn't really wanna be.

today i have lived on this earth 6 years without you.
that's 2190 days with far more moments created throughout them.
which is about 52560 hours, to the hour.
3,153,600 minutes have passed
and there have been 63,072,000 missed opportunities for your body to exhale.
189,216,000 seconds flew by without you on this planet.

but not a single one was wasted.
and not a single one passed without you in my heart.

i love you, i miss you
i pray you've been resting peacefully.

Am I Losing My Mind when I'm Telling You I was an Accident? I've got to do Something Quick.

i am not lost. 

just because i am not doing things the way you did them, the way the world does them, that doesn't make me lost. it doesn't make me troubled or going in the wrong direction. i am not doing this as a cry for attention or to beg for you to show me what to be. i know who i want to be. moreover, i know who i am and where i want to end up.

i've always thought that maybe my brain didn't work exactly like all the others. and for the longest time i tried to cover my tracks and follow some sort of form for the way everything must be done. maybe it's time i stopped doing that. maybe i should do things in my order, my own way. stop fearing for my good reputation.

okay, so maybe i don't know exactly what i'm doing. perhaps i'm walking around in the dark with my arms outstretched, praying that i stumble across the right path.

...because maybe it's not all about getting out, maybe it's about the things you stumble upon along the way.

Here I am Waiting, I'll have to Leave Soon. Why am I Holding on?

i deleted your number today.
and that may sound childish. it may sound absolutely absurd, but i felt accomplished.
i realize that this doesn't mean you'll simply disappear. it doesn't mean that i'm rid of your memory and that you'll never haunt my sleep. i might still remember you for another 7 years, or 10, or for the rest of my life. but there's this slim chance that i'll break your hold on me.
when i said i was done, i wanted to mean it more than anything else i've ever said before. i wanted it to echo darkly in your soul. i wanted you to feel hollow and abandoned the second the words left my lips. but i'm realistic, i know that didn't happen. i'm sure you didn't even feel it.
but it wasn't for you. none of this was done for you. it wasn't meant to destroy you, it was done for my benefit.
This Was Meant For Me.
i think you broke a part of me. and for so long i was trying to tape it back together. yearning to cover up my shame. because i was so sure that being broken by someone was something to be ashamed of.
i was wrong.

I'm Falling More in Love with Every Single Word I Withhold.

i wonder about my first love, my best friend. did he know i meant it when i said i loved him. did he cry like i did when i told him he shouldn't be dating her. has he cried every time i've said that it should be me. did he listen or care. was i his back-up or was he just afraid he would lose me if he made a mistake.

i wonder about the one who didn't feel.

i wonder about the boy with the blue eyes and tangled tongue. is he still following his path with strength? i wonder if he's found that happiness i used to find when i was with him. i wonder if he feels accomplished in all that he's done, all that he plans to do. i wonder if Korea is treating him well and if he's oozing with stories to bring home to me. i wonder if this place will feel like home to him anymore. i wonder if he'll ever even return. i wonder if he remembers the promise he made me, because i do.

i wonder about the one with the surfer hair, who swore he would know God if he ever saw Him walking on the street. i wonder if he has ever kissed a girl yet or if he's even tried. i wonder if he learned true faith and how to accept death. i wonder if he's even come to see death with his own eyes. i wonder if life has left him unjaded and naive.

i wonder about the one who named me beautiful. i wonder how he's been. if he ever thinks of me and if we could have, should have, happened. i wonder if he knows that he was the first person who had ever called me that. i wonder if he could see on my face how awkward i was and how sad i felt.

i wonder about the one who sang me lullabies. the one that wrote songs in his sleep and forever spoke in lyrics. i wonder if he's missed me against his piano, humming along as i sketched. has he found someone new to charm him and bring about his smile?

i wonder about the confused one who loved me at the right time. i wonder if he's found new happiness in another love. i wonder if he really could ever have loved me in the first place. i wonder if when he kissed me, he truly felt something, or if those were just words.

i wonder about the one with the hair.

i wonder about the artist. i heard that he was happy with a new girl and that made me smile. was he all in my head. or should i have just reached out and grabbed hold of his heart. would we both be better off this way, in worlds far apart.

i wonder about the one from that bar that won me over with a word. i wonder if he makes up stories about his life or if he was honest. i wonder if he really wanted to take me on that date. i wonder if i should have given him a chance--- moreover i wonder if he wanted one. i wonder if he knew that taking him home was unlike me, or if he even cared. did he do that often with other girls and if he did, would it have mattered.

i wonder about the one who had never known how to love. i wonder if he knew why i refused to be his first. i wonder if he hates me for it.

i wonder about the one who loved me right at the wrong time. i wonder if there would have ever been a right time. i wonder if he will find someone new that will treat him as i did. i wonder if he'll be as comfortable with her as he was with me.

i wonder about the late night greeter. i wonder if he got bored of how little i felt. i wonder if my words scared him away. i wonder if he could ever just be friends with me--- because i'd like that.

i wonder about the one who seems unsure. i wonder if he ever thought of loving me. i wonder if he would. i wonder if when i'm gone he misses me and if he would ever tell me that. i wonder if he talks about me to his mother and if she can tell. i wonder if his brother ever teases him about the way he stares at me when i come over. i wonder if his brother has ever told him no. i wonder if it meant as much to him as it did to me and if he held my hand long after i'd fallen asleep. would he ever mention it to anyone and would they judge him about it. i wonder if he wants to protect me--- or if those were just lines. i wonder if he really watched over me that one night, and thought of all the secrets he wanted to spill from his mouth. i wonder if he whispered them to me and that was why my dreams were so calming that night. i wonder if i said his name in my sleep and it made him smile. i wonder if he knows i want to make him smile for the rest of my life.


i read this today, http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/wonder-about-them-all-the-time/ (yes, that's your cue to read it), and decided that i wanted to write something like it myself.

'Cause all too soon the Clock will Strike Midnight and She'll be Gone.

i dreamt about him last night, it's like he felt my anxiety attacking my body and came racing to the rescue, just like he used to.
i jumped into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, "oh how i missed you!"
he laughed, "hi princess, you look good"
i introduced him to everyone he'd never met and told him all the secrets that i've needed to share with someone who would help me.

it's not that i ever wish you weren't here, but i don't miss you the way i did when you first died. the pain's numbed over in a way that keeps me functioning. i make a mental note of all the things i want to share with you and somehow hope they reach your ears.

know that i love you. always.

Something 'bout the Way He Moves.

"Love---

I used to think it was the act of being in love that was so profound. But that’s not really true at all. It’s the act of falling. That violent stumble that forces you in sync with another human being. As beautiful as love it, without that fall, I feel it isn’t enough. Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s that I haven’t been in love long enough to prove the theory wrong. But that moment when you realize that whatever you may have had, whatever you thought you were doing right before them, doesn’t feel like fully living anymore… well that’s the moment that makes everything else worth it. The fights, the distance, the sheer lack of sanity; it all seems almost miniscule. Almost okay."

i found this from an old blog i used to have. i've long since forgotten the password not to mention the stories and the posts. but looking through it all made me nostalgic. and this one really stood out to me.. so i wanted to share it with all of you.