He was a boy. At a young age, he was just the thing to give bạn cooties. I, at the time, actually hated him. He was được ưa chuộng and a boy and he never noticed me. And there are very few people I'll ever hate.
But one ngày in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much thêm familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that ngày on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a tình yêu letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best Những người bạn into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily tình yêu me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still tình yêu him.
But one ngày in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much thêm familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that ngày on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a tình yêu letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best Những người bạn into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily tình yêu me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still tình yêu him.
to see the light in your eyes
to hear the beating of your heart
to feel your soft lips against mine
to take in your taste and the way bạn smell
with bạn i feel like were floating in air
and are bodys are Mất tích in the sands of time
i can see bạn smill as i see u cry
and with u the ngày will never die
your touch is light as a feather
that from the graceful wing of a bird
the night is ours
and the moon is full bringing light to our eyes
we fall to the sweet scented grass
soft and wet with teardrop dew
we lay there hand and hand
pulse to pulse
no matter what the night brings
i know that i can put my tim, trái tim in your hands
never to regret my choice
for u are the one soul on earth that it belongs to
and u put urs in mine
and i see in ur eyes
that what is true for me is true for u