Forgetting.
“I like to forget.”
“I wish I could forget.”
“I wish I could just forget everything.”
Until I wake up one morning and realize I forgot what it’s like to kiss him, and have him hug me, even when I’m mad.
I forgot the feeling I got when he told me he loves me and I thought he meant it.
But I don’t like to remember.
I remember the little things I love about him, like his crooked smile, and voice I can tell even going through a drive through window asking me what i want to eat.
I remember talking on the phone until three in the morning, and always talking to him while I was by the pool.
I remember that his kisses were rare, but the sweetest thing in this world.
I remember that his hugs were the best ever.
I remember when he used to tease me and flirt with other girls, and how it drove me crazy, but i loved it.
I remember crying on his shoulder when he told me it was over.
I remember him being sad that I was sad.
I remember him wanting me to be okay.
I remember when he told me not to be sad, but when i turned to ask why not, he was gone, and i looked, and he became they.
I remember trying to go sit by the pool, but bursting into tears, so now I can’t even go out there.
I remember the words he said to hurt me, then saying sorry.
I will always remember him.
But now I’m trying to forget.
im4serious,
not over him</3
Heartbreak
To me, it seems as though heartbreak is a gift.
Well, it’s almost like a gift you really don’t want, but someone threw away the reciept. So you pretty much in a hole.
But in order to have heartbreak, you have to fall in love. And isn’t that what all the movies, all the books, tv shows, etc. are about? Falling in love.
Falling in love is like when someone throws you 50,000 feet in the air with a hand glider. It’s like your just floating there. It’s a scary feeling, because you don’t have control, but you know that you want to stay up there, even if it is for just a while longer.
But sometimes you’ll be gliding, and then something happens, and your glider starts to head to the ground. You’re losing altitude pretty darn fast. But then you get back into the rhythm of things, and you start to fly again. Phew, what a relief. Except, now, instead of just thinking about how great it is to be up there, you’re just hoping you don’t fall. It doesn’t lose its magic to be up there, but now that you know what it’s like not to have the magic anymore, you’re scared.
And then you have three options:
1. You can get yourself together, and tell yourself it’ll all be okay, and BELIEVE it. Everything will be alright.
2. You can realize you don’t need to be up there anymore, and steadily take yourself back to solid ground. Although you’ll miss being up there, you feel safe down on Earth.
or 3. You worry and panic, and instead of hoping everything is alright, you freak out, and tell yourself it’s all going to go wrong. But no matter what, you’re not going down. So you’re careless. And in the end, you tumple down at a fast pace, and you hit the ground with a bang.
1 is Unconditional love, 2 is moving on from love, and 3 is heartbreak.
It makes me shudder at the thought of losing the one you love. I cannot imagine, considering I’m not mature enough to fall into such a strong relationship, but I hope that when I start gliding, I’ll glide for the rest of my life.
Uncle Tom+Cooking=REALLY GOOD FOOD
Today I had porkchops.
I used to HATE porkchops.
But my Uncle Tom’s cooking, which, I have to admit, I was scared to try, made porkchops the best meat I have ever had.
Who knew?
Well, I am not usually one for trying new things, and when I bit into it…
It was DELICIOUS. I had heaven i my mouth.
I had firsts, I had seconds, I had thirds, and I’m pretty sure I can manage leftovers. 
Well, that’s that.
Im4serious, though. THE BEST EVER.
-Michelle.
