Bliss
Bliss is when one kiss makes your heart race and your fingertips tingle.
Bliss is when being in his arms is enough
to make you sigh, close your eyes and smile like a fool.
Bliss is when you can lay next to him saying nothing until your breath
slows, you eyes close, and the two of you drift into a sweet, peaceful sleep.
Bliss is when the look in his eyes says so much more than any words can.
Bliss is when you fall for him even more with every touch of his hand, every kiss, and every amazing moment spent with him.
Bliss is sweet, honest, care-free, naive teenage love.
-Stupid Girl
True of False
Sometimes I think he was right when we first became friends and he said he’d figure me out eventually. He always seems to know exactly what to tell me to really piss me off and hurt me. He tells me these as if its so hard for him to say, but that I just really need to know. And, then he plays the hero, swooping in with conforting words and a shoulder to cry on.
And, I always fall for. I believe waht he tells me, I fall apart, and then I let him pick up the pieces.
I’ve thought of him as one of my best friends for quite some time now. I mean he’s always there when I need him. Even after some things happened that could have ended our friendship for good, he stuck around. I just always assumed he was looking out for me, but I’m not sure that’s what he was trying to do this time.
this last piece of information that he passed my way becasue he ‘just figured I should know’ is about the one person that I trust just as much as, if not more than, him. At first, I wasn’t sure who to believe. Now, I know what he told me wasn’t true.
What I don’t know is whether he’s just flat out lying to me or if he actually thinks it’s true and just got some wrong information…
-Stupid Girl.
