My Love. . .

Day by day I sit & wonder what I’m feeling for you is love. But then again, is love suppose to make you sigh? Make you cry? Make you hurt? Just a little? I’m not going to write any love poem for you. But I will write this letter.

I can feel you watching me when I teach my dance class. I can read your face whenever you give me that “famous” look you give. You have me hooked with your mind games. But their not your games, its your undefining love I’m hooked to. .

5 years of undying crush, which is now turning into lust. Me & you build a chemistry over this pass summer & months, I’m confused on what we’re doing. I wrote these to explain:

Sometimes U can push me a little too much. I wonder do U realize I can feel your touch. Yes what I have is a crush. But I know its turning into lust.  I don’t want things to rush.  Is that asking for too much? My mind is telling me to let it all happen. Your love games is what I’m trapped in. My heart is telling me not to give you trust. One thing I do know my love has a limit. Right now your not in it. ♥ -Valencia

I am a dreamer at mind. I am a worrier at heart. Maybe its that time. To realize what we are doing is make believe. This mindset I have is what I can’t receive. Its time to realize U are make believe. -Valencia ♥

Sometimes I feel like I’m fading away from you or your fading away from me. Oh how I can love so hard. The things can sometimes do, can drive to me to the edge. When you see me upset at them, you ask me what’s wrong, I tell you nothing because I don’t want you to think that your doing wrong.—Yesterday you gave me this look & this touch I’ll never forget. It was very over powering. I got lost in it. I didn’t know what to do but then you seel it with a . . Shhh

In the end MY LOVE can only take so much. . .

. . . so I ask myself is love suppose to make you sigh? Make you cry? Even make you hurt? Just a little?

              Sincerly,

                             Valencia.

This is for T.W.J.

2 article due! But stuck on the edge.

 

When I say stuck on the edge I don’t mean writers blocks, I mean that I’m not fully on the computer screen, my mind is else where. Like on the edge of this freaking buidling I’m looking at outside this window of mines. :\. Yeaah. But my articles are due in like 5hours and I haven’t even started my second one. They were originally due last week on Friday, but something major happened in my family, I really couldn’t focus. Who wants to think about an article at a time like that!? I know I don’t.

Anyways now I’m here, looking at screen while its looking right back me saying “are you gonna type me up or what!?” And to tell you the truth article, I don’t want to! Gosh.

 

Wish me some kind of luck!

Early in the morning.

So its 7 o’clock on a Saturday “Morning!” Why is that? Because my brother have basketball practice. Who has practice early in the morning? uggh. Even on a Saturday. I wish I was in my bed right now! :\

– bright side is.. I think there’s no bright side! I WANNA BE HOME!