Might I be?....No! I refuse to be! It's against everything that I've fought for. No! No! No! No! No!

He looks like a little kid when his hair is messed up, and his smile is sometimes crooked like a little kid's too. He tries to act cool but deep inside he's a nerd. He hides his shyness by not speaking too much, but when he confides in you. When he he finally talks to you!....

Oh, how excited I was when he finally talked to me as a friend and not as a stranger in his life. I wanted to scream and shout with glee. It's because those few insignificant words mean so much more then you could ever imagine. It means he trusts you.
He knows. He has to, yet he acts indifferent and slowly trusts me more, what can I do but sit here and think of you, every second, every minuite of every day?

Every song on the radio reminds me of you, every word that flows out of my mouth seems to be dedicated to you. Such an unsure boy yet strangely you hold such a power over me.

The old me still fights within, 'love does not exists', she claims! 'You'll see, you continue down this road and your feelings will get hurt, in this world only blackness lives and the blackness is what will consume your heart.'

When all the colours fade together and the world seems to be but a blur in my mind, I need you to be there to hold me still, open my eyes and make me real. I hope secretly everyday that you will be there when I open my eyes but all I see is the world passing me by and I'm left without anything to hold me still as I'm pulled round and around by this thing we call life.

Glory