I have found out recently that what a girl my age should keep in mind is to preserve her own self for her own self. Weird ha?. Not at all. Let me try to be “human” and postpone the “being” part for a while, describing what love means to me.
It feels like you are losing your own soul once you lose everybody's respect towards you, just to feel that glimpse of attention and caring, from another boy your age who doesn't even know the simplest definition of love. Love to a 16 year old boy is the fantasies that crosses his mind while listening to the sound of her breath, noticing the gasp between her legs hitting while walking, and the feeling that rushes into his body while talking to her. “Her”. Sounds pathetic right?. It would seem clearer once you listen to a guy talking about his current love story referring to it as a pronoun. “Her”. Just a simple pronoun.
I have no intention on being weird, pathetic, broken, harsh, or lonely. It's just a random writing after some intensive thinking about the life i churish no matter how hard it is to live.
No one wants to feel what James Arthur seemed to be feeling when “Impossible”'s lyrics were slowly sang out of his melted mouth. No one.
