I really can't stop thinking about love. How I hate the people who think of a kiss as something that is just routine. A kiss shouldn't be routine. It should be something symbolic, something extroidenary. Your first kiss. It probably won't be your last kiss, and it probably won't mean you want to be with somebody forever. But it should be shared with somebody special, somebody you really care about. And I'm talking about a couples kiss, not a kiss from your parents are grandparents. Take my friend Hannah for example. She knows she loves Andrew. She wants to kiss him, and he wants to kiss her. But she is too worried about her mother's feelings. I don't know why she just doesn't go for it. She can get in trouble later. It would be something special. I just don't think that her mom wants to let he go. She's been overprotective for so long. But I know one thing...when the time comes for that first kiss...it will be true bliss.
I remember when the neighbor, who's name is Rachel, was in sixth grade. I was in fourth grade. She used to be so innocent. She's a sophmore now, and she has a boyfriend. They do everything together. He picks her up for dinner on the weekends, he takes her home, drives her to school, everything. I can't wait until I find my high school sweetheart. I can wait. I've been thinking, and I can wait. I don't want to wait...I'll tell you that, but sometimes that's all you can do. And it doesn't even have to be in my grade. I like older men.
But really, I'm not going to be desperate. Because then I would want a first kiss, and it wouldn't be special. I wouldn't remember it as the first kiss I've always dreamed of, I would think of it as a first kiss I've regretted. Now...that's not the way to have a relationship. You know what else bothers me? Text message break ups, myspace break ups, AIM breakups. *cough* Matt. Do it in person! Because text breakups and such is so tacky. It's not a way to sum up a relationship. It makes you feel horrible. I also hate it when you start a relationship like that. I have a friend who wanted to ask this guy out over Myspace. Bleh. Baka (Idiot in Japanese). What's so special about that? Nothing. That's the answer.
SO next time you want to be with that special somebody, ask them out in person. It's so much more special and it may make the relationship last longer. I haven't tested that theory yet.
Josh still doesn't feel that way about me. I know...I just said I would wait. But I really like him. It's not a desperate kind of thing. I really do think he's so amazing. We share the same interests. He's smart, he has a great sense of humor, and he even made me laugh when he rejected me! I asked him if he would even think about going out with somebody younger than him. He said possibly. *cough* My parents are twelve freakin' years apart. I know somebody who's parents are sixteen years apart! We're...what? A little less than a year apart? I'm not asking for forever, I'm just asking for a chance. A small chance. I watching Andrew hold Hannah. It made me want to cry. It's so sweet, and I'm really happy that they finally are going out, but I'm jealous. I said it. I am jealous of love. It seems as if everybody has somebody. And I don't. I also feel sorry for this guy name Dylan in our school. His girlfriend is moving. I know because it's my mom's clients' daughter. My mom is a realtor. I wonder if he knows. I'm not going to tell him. And then there are people who kiss behind the buses. And who hold hands on the buses. In a way it's really romantic. They are just talking softly to eachother while the motor of the bus is making noise above the scream and yells of the other people. And then the last look in their eyes when they have to leave.
So wish me luck in finding that perfect guy. The guy who knocks on my door, looking for somebody to talk to. The guy who texts me in the middle of the night wondering if I got to sleep good. The guy who respects my wishes and doesn't want anybody to harm me. The perfect guy who doesn't think of a kiss as routine.
-Maggie-
I remember when the neighbor, who's name is Rachel, was in sixth grade. I was in fourth grade. She used to be so innocent. She's a sophmore now, and she has a boyfriend. They do everything together. He picks her up for dinner on the weekends, he takes her home, drives her to school, everything. I can't wait until I find my high school sweetheart. I can wait. I've been thinking, and I can wait. I don't want to wait...I'll tell you that, but sometimes that's all you can do. And it doesn't even have to be in my grade. I like older men.
But really, I'm not going to be desperate. Because then I would want a first kiss, and it wouldn't be special. I wouldn't remember it as the first kiss I've always dreamed of, I would think of it as a first kiss I've regretted. Now...that's not the way to have a relationship. You know what else bothers me? Text message break ups, myspace break ups, AIM breakups. *cough* Matt. Do it in person! Because text breakups and such is so tacky. It's not a way to sum up a relationship. It makes you feel horrible. I also hate it when you start a relationship like that. I have a friend who wanted to ask this guy out over Myspace. Bleh. Baka (Idiot in Japanese). What's so special about that? Nothing. That's the answer.
SO next time you want to be with that special somebody, ask them out in person. It's so much more special and it may make the relationship last longer. I haven't tested that theory yet.
Josh still doesn't feel that way about me. I know...I just said I would wait. But I really like him. It's not a desperate kind of thing. I really do think he's so amazing. We share the same interests. He's smart, he has a great sense of humor, and he even made me laugh when he rejected me! I asked him if he would even think about going out with somebody younger than him. He said possibly. *cough* My parents are twelve freakin' years apart. I know somebody who's parents are sixteen years apart! We're...what? A little less than a year apart? I'm not asking for forever, I'm just asking for a chance. A small chance. I watching Andrew hold Hannah. It made me want to cry. It's so sweet, and I'm really happy that they finally are going out, but I'm jealous. I said it. I am jealous of love. It seems as if everybody has somebody. And I don't. I also feel sorry for this guy name Dylan in our school. His girlfriend is moving. I know because it's my mom's clients' daughter. My mom is a realtor. I wonder if he knows. I'm not going to tell him. And then there are people who kiss behind the buses. And who hold hands on the buses. In a way it's really romantic. They are just talking softly to eachother while the motor of the bus is making noise above the scream and yells of the other people. And then the last look in their eyes when they have to leave.
So wish me luck in finding that perfect guy. The guy who knocks on my door, looking for somebody to talk to. The guy who texts me in the middle of the night wondering if I got to sleep good. The guy who respects my wishes and doesn't want anybody to harm me. The perfect guy who doesn't think of a kiss as routine.
-Maggie-
