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Confusion. Heart. Teenage Boys. Enough said.
Rawr. Teenage boys just cause teenage girls hearts confusion. We should throw pointy things at teenage boys. Like pineapples or dental instruments. Then maybe teenage boys wouldn't confuse teenage girls! Isn't the age of sixteen hard enough without all this heart-drama? Don't girls go through enough without boys saying "i love you" in dark high school theaters and then breaking up with you like two days later?
Seriously, when did life get so complicated? When did kissing become so complex? When did feelings stop being straight forward, and become total bullshit that boys use against us. When? Where was I? Did I totally fall asleep in that part of class?
Since when did relationships mean something other than "I wanna hold your hand"
The Beatles had it right, that's all love should come down to: holding hands.
Something so much more personal than kissing, so much more intimate than swapping saliva. Holding hands is that first step to sharing a common bond with someone. And that common bond is love.
What is love?
Love is that feeling that tickles the palms of your hands when he walks by. the laughter you share when he calls you a punk and throws cheeze-its at you. The smile he has just for you when he catches you singing "I'll make love to you, like you want me to" at band practice. Its the reason you make chocolate chip cookies for him and don't get freaked out when he smells french fries on you instead of your cherry blossom body wash. The reason you listen to Coheed && Cambria instead of Dear Juliet in the morning. love is the way your breathing stops when he kisses your forehead and its the way just hearing his name makes you smile.
Its the fact that you can be confused and agitated and angry and he is the only guy that makes you this upset and then all he has to say is "Kassandra...." *long dramatic sigh* "your beautiful" And you know he doesn't just mean looks, he means from the inside, from your sweetness and weirdness and you cant help but let all your anger float away like a hot air balloon.
He's impossible and your a firecracker and your in love.
So then you want to take those dental instruments and those pineapples and throw them away. they don't matter you don't need them, you have him.
But still what goes up must come down and teenage boys are stupid. it doesn't matter how happy and in luvvi duvvi love you are on Saturday by Tuesday you wish you hadn't thrown away that Hawaiian fruit.
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Posted by KassandraAnne on 2009-11-01 18:50:07 | Rating: | Views: 7
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