Falling down.

She wasn't the kind of girl who had a new crush every week. In fact, she had never had a real crush and she was already seventeen. She had only had two boyfriends in her short life, both were okay looking, normal people; but she didn't crush nor fall for either, and that was probably why both relationships ended without notice after not a very long time. 
She had liked other guys, flirted around with some, and actually almost kissed a few, but she never was the one who crushed on them, she just ended up liking them. There never was a guy that made her melt at the sight of him, that made her heart pound without knowing him, she never had feelings for anybody that didn't show interest in her beforehand; and that was why people thought she was overcritical, while men in particular just thought she was far beyond reach. 

Yet there she was, staring at the car ceiling, lost in her thoughts; not knowing that she was on her way to find what she never expected, to find something that would seem a lot like love, simply waiting for her in a small farmacy, just behind a shiny white counter that would separate her from him... her first crush. 

Love is this.

Today I was listening to a song while I was riding on my fathers car; while I was enjoying it, I felt the irrevocable need to share it with someone. Truthfully, where could there be a better place than my well kept non-private diary? 
Whoever reads this, wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, I hope you feel the same way, I hope you have tears coming to your eyes, and inspiration hits you hard on the chest. So you, like me can realize what we have, and stop taking for granted all the love in our lives. 

I've taken out the parts where the song repeats itself, the chorus is truly beautiful. The song's title is "This Is Love" by the Irish and totally hot band The Script. Enjoy and think it through.

It's in the eyes of the children, as they leave for the very first time. And it's in the heart of the soldier, as he takes a bullet on the frontline. It's in the face of a mother, as she takes the force of a blow. And its in the hands of the father, as he works his fingers to the bone.

I'm standing under a white flag. Can you see me? I'm standing for everything we have. Can you hear me?

This is why we do it.
This is worth the pain.
This is why we bow down,
And get back up again.
This is where the heart lies.
This is from above.
Love is this, this is love.
Love is why we do it.
Love is worth the pain.
Love is why we fall down,
And get back up again.
Love is where the heart lies.
Love is from above.
Love is this, this is love.

It's in the soul of a city, what it does after it crumbles and burns. And it's in the blood of a hero, to know that where he goes he may never return.

If you could be anywhere that you wanted to be, with anyone that you wanted to be with; do anything that you wanted to do, what would it be and who would it be with you?
Time flies but you're the pilot, it moves real fast but you're the driver, you may crash and burn sometimes.

Love is this, this is love.

P.S. Search the song on YouTube, Danny's voice is amazing, the melody is incredible, and the big plus... the lead singer is gorgeous. 

Blown away.

She was sitting over a lonely bench on the outskirts of campus, the wind was blowing in her hair while leaves swirled around her. She was reading under the shade of an oak tree, as she did every other day; and he watched her from behind, as he did every other day. 
He saw her shiver, but he hadn't noticed until then that the weather was getting cold, the sun was hiding behind the clouds and unlike the sun, he had no desire to keep hiding behind the wild berry bushes. He approached quietly towards her, and as he was reaching her, he pulled of his navy jacket and hung it over her shoulders, hugging her as he did so. She turned to face him, surprised with the recognition of his smell, she rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a kiss at the base of his chin. She could feel his rapid pulse touching her lips and felt the need to never let go. 
"Read to me." he whispered into her ear. 
"You don't even like this." she answered laughing.
"No, I don't." he admitted, "But I do love the sound of your voice." 
She smiled, wondering to herself why he made her feel this way, she never meant for it to go this far, to share as much; and as she began to read, she realized he didn't mean to fall either, but the way his arms held her, definitely made it clear that he did.

Midnight thoughts.

As she lay on her bed, she couldn't stop thinking about the slow rythmic pounding of a beating heart, she could not see it nor hear it, but she could surely feel it. She had her hand against his hot chest, her fingers tracing small circles, his heart seemed to match the slow pulsing of blood coursing through her veins. The moving of his chest was all she needed, his long intakes of air made her think more calmly, she had been restless all night, shifting her body from side to side until she found him; he had always been there, but she had avoided him, not wanting to touch him, to feel him. She was longing to know what he was dreaming, with his angelic face over the pillow, his eyes moving inside his sockets, she was sure he was seeing something he desired. As his chest moved upward once more, she thought of love, and she allowed herself to drown in her wild thoughts, those she wished to not seek. 
"Stop it." she said to herself.
"Stop what?" he asked as his eyes fluttered open.
"I... Umm... Said nothing, sleep talking." she answered quickly, but he didn't hear her, he was fast asleep, far away dreaming. What a sick bastard, she thought, he could sleep like a baby while she was losing a fight against her own will.

She couldn't help herself, having him there in her arms, she was supposed do be angry at him, but she was only angry at herself for feeling what she should not, yet she continued to stare at his long lashes, his unmoving lips, his bare chest... She should not, she should stop, let go and sleep; but he moved his arm over her as he muttered something inaudible, engaging her under his strength. She couldn't move an inch even if her life depended on it, but she didn't want to move, she loved every bit of him, she could lie to herself no more. 
In that moment, under the pressure of his body, she accepted her feelings, overpowered by her emotions she gave in to her weakness. "I hate you." she whispered feebly into his ear as she drifted into a deep sleep.

Ignorance is Bliss.

I’ve never been stopped before, never felt afraid of leaving something behind, never been conscious of the wonderful people around me. I’ve never felt this grateful for the things I have, for the people in my life. You may not know, but I’ve moved around a lot, lived in different places, met new people, and been through many experiences. But not once have I searched for this, this that I found in the smallest of places, I found love, confidence in myself, appreciation for others… I never looked for home. 

“You never know what you have until you lose it.” That is so true, wise words passed on through generations, and it’s still here, words stuck between societies forever. We’re always taking for granted what we have; never stopping to admire the beauty of the world around us, the people in our lives. We take for granted everything we have, why? Because we have it, it’s already ours. It’s not until these things start slipping away that we realize how grateful we should be, we realize things could have happened differently, we realize we can easily lose the things we love the most. And it’s until then; until we start losing; that we wish we had everything back the way it was. 

Things are falling from my hands; changes are clouding my horizon, clouds of realization, clouds that bring a rain of thought within them, storms of torment and regret. Why now? Why do I see until now that what I have here is what I want? Why didn’t I see it while the sun was shining bright in the sky? Well, because I’m oblivious to the facts, like every other human; and like every other human… I’m afraid, terrified of the future before me, wide eyed in the face of changes. 

There’s only one question burning its way through my thoughts, obligating me to choose between two paths that will mark my life forever. Take it or leave it? I’ve realized that its times like this that knowing becomes a curse, and being ignorant is living in bliss.