Miracles and Magic

Dear You. She is and will always be the greatest oxymoron you will have the pleasure to encounter, the girl who writes. The moment your eyes meet, it may not be love at first sight, but there is a curiosity—a moment of wonderment where you just want to want to delve deeper into her mind and see the secrets and stories she has yet to share. Get to know her, approach her. She is a closed book—more often than not, unyielding, yet open to those who dare flip her pages. Not necessarily introverted, she just likes to see how this potential tale will play out on its own. She may have already written the lines you are about to say to her in her head; every question, every filler, every stutter mapped to the point. But go ahead and talk to her, romance her with your eloquence. She’s not a nutcase, she’s a writer and boy does she love to talk too. She is moody and unpredictable, yet she’s figured you out down pat. It’s okay to not get her, she doesn’t even get herself. She is wait...

"That feeling that bugs the crap out of you where all you do is over think, that shit sucks. You know when you thought that you're over something because you think you’re over it but when you're alone, at night, random thoughts rambling in your head, just wishing that everything would be fine when morning comes and hoping that the decision is the right one. And then you realised how fucking stupid for you to believe your own lie? You know when you want to do something, but you know it's wrong. You just know it's one of the most stupid wrong things to do. But, it makes you happy and you love it. And then comes another one, that you loved before. Check the grammar. It makes you happy but you know you can never get it back cause, you just lost it. It doesn't end here. Then come your friends, who think you only have one opinion/choice whatever the word is in your head but you don't know what to do. You don't even know what you're feeling or how to f...