lilcutie89248
He is always on my side, on the same team. Sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you awake? Please trust yourself as I trust you. Open your eyes and look around you. Rally up all the courage in your heart and don't be afraid. I will gladly take your hand and together we will guide one another out of the darkness.
Everything in my heart is ready to rally. I throw my hands up in the air and look up towards the heavens: "Somebody up there, listen to me. I am ready to prove myself; I am ready to start my life. Now, I just need you by my side."
I can always trust you becuase you are always there for me. You are my best friend and I know that I can turn to you when I need you the most. I trust in us because I know that we will go far. I believe in us because I know that you were made for me. You make me smile even when I have tears falling from my cheeks. I love how I feel when I am with you. We can act young as we like and as silly as we want. You are my everything. I trust you. I trust us. I trust this.
Spring is just around the corner. My brain is already pounding against my skull from the thought of the examinations I will soon be taking. I can feel the stress slithering inside my body. Hiss. Hiss. Here he comes, the slippery demon. Times up! Turn in your final. Is this a nightmare? Am I awake or dead? Slither. Slither. His eyes are glowing green and bright. Tomorrow brings another final, another day. I can't breathe! Hiss. Hiss.
He was so specific. Literal at times. I really want to understand what makes him tick. Specific..be specific. Something I will never know how to do. It can take me hours sometimes to write a paragraph. Is this his gift, a blessing? I think so, that’s why I love him. Specific. My professors are staring at me and making me feel uncomfortable. Be specific, the directions of their pointless assignments tell me. You be specific! Whatever. I love him. I love how he’s always so specific. Blunt, even. Sometimes, his words hurt. Everyone hurts me when they are being specific. Lay off! Or don’t. What do I care? I care a lot. But, doesn’t everyone? Be specific. What do you like about me? What do I like about me. I’m a work in progress. Just like one of his art projects. Has he even completed one since I’ve known him. I love him, but do I love myself? Specific.
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