Saturday, June 16, 2007

Why did you have to come along?

I can't remember when I was so captured by someone. Sure I do. But you're part of a select few. I can count your kind on one hand with a couple fingers left over. one: not ready. two: taken. three: you. Why don't you look at me like I look at you? Because that would be what I wanted. I'm not here to cry for me, but to think of you in text. I want you, I've wanted you, and I still do. I still want all three of you. But all three of you have affected me for the better. But now I want you.
I'm scared to make that leap. I'll try to sleep well.
xoxo,
ryan

Thursday, June 07, 2007

I've had to work much harder than this for something I want

I'll give you love, if you turn the key.


So I'm back. I survived some rumors of me dating people and why I broke up. And I like to be back to me. Of course I have found someone new to keep my attention, and I'm doing well in my summer class. I don't have much time, but gosh I think swimming is my new favorite sport.