I actually jus t did that...

When you awkwardly dangle your hand out in the open when you're with the boy you like, just hoping he might hold it, even though you know it's not gonna happen.... But just hoping, hoping, it might.

“But God doesn’t call us to be comfortable. He calls us to trust Him so completely that we are unafraid to put ourselves in situations where we will be in trouble if He doesn’t come through.”

-Francis Chan

The Hardest Part

It's not that I don't know how you feel
It's not that you're not ready
It's not that I know I just need to be your friend
It's not that you're the first guy I've genuinely liked since him
It's not that you might not care for me like I do for you
It's not that I have less than 4 weeks left with you
It's not that I might never see you again
It's not that I'll miss you
It's that you've become part of my everyday
It's our inside jokes that only we understand
It's the looks you give me, and that stupid smile
It's how comfortable I am with you
It's how incredibly easy our friendship is
It's knowing how good we could be
It's the fact that despite everything, I can't help but crave you.
It's the fear that no one will be able replace you. This. Us.

Fact.

I feel myself missing you already.

The Friend.

Today, me and my best friend established that we currently hold the two positions on the team that nobody wants to be a part of.  
Introducing, the friend, and the rebound. 
I don't really understand it.  

Free.

I'm excited.
Like, super excited.
I forgot what it was like to feel free to write whatever the hell i feel like writing with no reservations.
I can write here. And only one person will read it aside from myself.
That's refreshing and comforting.
Here we go blogspot. I'm back.
Let's get lost.