every time your eyes dart to mine, every time you catch me staring. every time you speak to me. every time you smile at me. every time i “accidentally” brush your hand when i hand you something. every time i “accidentally” stand in just the right place so you have to brush past me to get by. every time we end up sitting next to each other. every time we’re even walking next to each other. every time i make you laugh. every text from you, especially one-word ones that make me smile. every time you tease me, or throw your arm around me.
it’s terrible, this situation i’m in. but i love it.
Who was it to first played around and found that everything has a sound and people can manipulate that sound to make it speak, to make it breathe, to make it live and thrive in and around you. Who was it that found that they could do this little funny trick with their voice and match it do pitches and use to touch people in ways that the human body could never? Was it before the invention of language or writing, or before the practice of history? Perhaps it was stumbled upon and spread like wildfire or maybe it was built into our DNA in our creation. Maybe it was installed in us as a defense mechanism to say what our hearts wouldn’t allow words to…
i had a dream that i met you two last night. and you flew in to singapore and we had one of those really fun slow-motion running meetings in the airport and then we rode bikes all over the place and sang and wrote songs and made beautiful things and took pictures. and then all of the sudden we were in the philippines and doing the same things. ahhh.
Today I was at the train station when I noticed that someone had put up a sign saying platform 9 and 3/4. Next thing I noticed was a man in his 30's look around to see if anyone was watching before he attempted to go through the wall. I laughed, he was unsuccessful. MLIA
Why did I cave? Why did I bend? Why did I text you first? Because I knew you wouldn’t check to see where I’d been today. I wanted so bad to to talk to you Having been deprived of the pleasure all day. Now I wish that I’d stood firm and strong And waited until you made a move Even if you never did. Because now I’m faced with the glaring fact that I like you And you don’t like me.
And this is why I’m sitting here, not instant messaging him first, because I know I’ll feel terrible.