It sucks when you miss that person so much that you look through old photos, old text messages, even old statuses. And it brings a smile to your face, but then the hurt comes back and you know you shouldn't be looking back, but you can't help it because they really meant something to you and you thought it would of lasted.
I'm not like most girls. I would rather go to a concert than a party. I feel more comfortable wearing a band shirt and skinnys than a dress. I spend my money on CDs and band merch, not handbags or brand name clothes. When I say I love shoes, I mean Converse and Doc Martians, not strappy high heels. When someone disses my favorite band, I am not afraid to lose my shit over it. And when I say that music is my life, I mean it. When I am having a bad day, it is my escape. It's what I live for.SO, don't compered me with other girls.
Do you want to know what my problem is? I like you. I like your name, I like your smile, I like the way I can be having the worst day of my life and just talking to you completely changes my mood. That's my problem.
Think how many people have sat next to you on a bus, train, whatever. Now think how many people have sat next to you on purpose, with their fingers crossed in hope that you’ll talk to them. I’m sure somebody has. There’s plenty of times when somebody’s seen you and hoped that you spoke to them, but you never did, ‘cause you don’t have the guts, and neither do they. Don’t go around thinking nobody likes you and that you’re not loved, there’s been plenty of times when a stranger’s spotted you and thought “oh they’re just my type,” but haven’t had the courage or confidence to open their mouth and initiate a conversation, the funny thing is, neither have you.