Look At The Sky For Hope |
Hi, I'm Kenya. 16 years old, my best friend in the flippin' world is Tracy<3, and the love of my life is Andres, and I'm the love of his life, but we're not together, and I swear my life could be a fucking love story. |
I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. I want you to be here but you haven’t texted me and I doubt you’re coming.
“I’m guessing you’re not coming over?”
“It’s only 8.”
Does that mean you are? Blah, just answer the question so that I can stop hoping you are.
I’m weak and I know it. Even after you hurt me countless times in the last 3 months, I take you back and I love you even more as time passes and I can’t seem to say no to you, ever.
You drive me insane and you get me pissed off, but I can’t stop loving you and you make me laugh and smile by just looking at me.
And sometimes I tell you that I hate you but I really don’t and I don’t think I ever could. I love being in love with you even if it makes no sense.
The other day, in English, Mr. Seb asked if it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? I said that it’s better to have loved and lost because I don’t regret loving Andres even if he has hurt me so many times. To this day, I love loving him.
