Life is so wonderfully, fantastically strange. The closest thing I can compare it to is a tempermental child. It doesn't want to make up its mind on how things are going to go; is it going to be rainbows, sunshine and butterflies, or will it instead drag me into the dark, dank blackhole of depression? Oh, the life of a middle class American teenager! Woah is me! But please, my dearest Isobel, let me update you on the trials and tribulations of a small town girl, LIVIN' IN A LONELY WORLD! Had to through that in there ;) So! To work on long overdue explanations!
- Boys. Or more accurately, ONE boy imparticular. I post this with the upmost confidence that, wherever you may be, you will keep your lovely lips SHUT! But I trust you dearest. David is his name, confusion is his game! If there were a competition to see who could be the most vauge, flirty bastard on the block, he would win without a doubt. Granted, it was my stupid, stupid heart that jumped into the pit of no return, on no advice of mine may I add! Slightly curling blonde hair, that I desire with all my being to run my fingers through. (A little lip-on-lip action never hurt ;) and a smile that robs me of my capacity for speech, leaving me a stuttering, lovestruck fool. My hazel orbs meet his blue bliss eyes and I cannot suppress that twittery, giggling school girl for the life of me. When his arms enclose around me, I find myself keeping him close to me a little longer than one would with a friend. His real trump card is that look he gets on his face when he's troubled, or he's sad. By God, if every last one of my filters aren't just obliterated... He talks about wanting to get to know someone before he considers dating them- *GASP!* A boy looking for something more than a piece of ass on a saturday night?! Oh Isobel, his smile... his chivalry... his authenticity. You'd never hear this out of my mouth in ANY other instance, but his wholesomeness! I, on the other hand, have not been able to keep my thoughts so pure... ;) He is everything I want- everything I think I need. Being a teenager, you should take everything I say with a dramatic eye roll. Bel, you know me to be a drama queen- you should expect no less from my cute, pompus ass! Now, of course I'm sure you're wondering.. what the hell is stopping me? Because, as you might have guessed, David and I are both painfully and POINTLESSLY single! I can already hear your voice in my head.. "If he's such hot stuff, and you're already so very sexilichious, then why aren't you two just humping like bunnies?!" Well, the sad truth of the matter is that I am not the only girl who has noticed these wonderful, charming and absolutely attractive qualities in our dear David. At school, there is literally- I kid you not- a David K. fan club. I call it the David Train. There are a great many girls that are currently on the David Train, and that in turn causes a great many problems for US simple, gentle girls. Isobel, if you could only see this madness! Girls clamoring over one another for an oppertunity to talk to him! To be graced with his presence is cause for celebration, where they then discuss how "cute you two would be!"!! You hear me complain about it all the time, but it can never be reiterated enough- TEENAGE GIRLS. CANNOT HANDLE THEM. I myself like to appericiate everything about someone; their strengths, their passions, their desires and their drive to achieve them. I do not spend my time pondering how adorable our babies would be, or all the cute couples names we could use. Unfortunately, I am the minority in this situation. You'd agree with me if I went so far as to say the only SANE one. But to get back on topic, I take it as a compliment that despite his ridiculous fan base, he spends a good amount of his time talking with me. I'll be honest- I CRAVE THAT BOY, AND WISH FOR MORE TIME WITH HIM! I do, I do, I do! Now, here comes the vauge/flirtatious/bastard part... he is quite aware of his power over women, young AND old! (I once saw a teacher giggle as he walked away when he had asked her a question about the homework.. extremely disturbing.) He flirts left and right, and damn my weakness, but it hurts! But myaybe that's just me being a possesive bitch... always a possibility. This whole thing reminds me of that song from one of our favorite movies- The Corpse Bride! "If only he could see how special YOU can be, if he only knew the you that we-e know!" Okay, I'm lying to myself with thses bullet points... There's no point to me starting another subject, because I've already written a short novel about this one!
Peace be with you sweet.
With words of love, whispered into the willows on a cold fall night, stay strong.
~Willow.
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