i still cry at nights
It is killing me not to tell you that I AM COMING BACK TOMORROW!!!!!
That's right, I'm coming back again and only just found out today but I'm coming back home and leaving on Sunday.
And Eileen, if you read this... SHHHH. Don't tell anyone. It's a surpriiise!
How come I don't feel all of the things that I'm suppose to feel when I'm in love? When I hug him, it's just like hugging anybody else. When we kiss, it's just a kiss...atleast I think it is. All I know is that without that boy I would go crazy. Just thinking about being without him sends me into a fit of tears. I'd miss his obnoxious laugh, the way he smells...and the way he sais "And that's not a pequit" (pequit meaning secret). My day is ruined when I don't get a call from him. I'm his sexkitten, his lima bean, his baby. I dunno...it'd be weird to be anything different to anybody else. Are all these things making up for what I'm lacking?
Is this what love is?