Life.

loop

I have no idea what's happening to me.

I'm not the type of person to freak out over a member of the opposite sex.

Sure, I've had a few boyfriends.

Yes, I've been kissed a few times.

And everyone of them so far have commented on my eyes, and they've even mentioned how I'm "not like other girls."

Those are the few things that they never fail to voice.

But, when HE told me my eyes were beautiful, my heart jumped.

When HE told me that I was not like other girls, I truly, for once, believed him.

"Yes, think of me differently," said something in my head. "I'm not like them."

Every time my phone goes off and I see his name I smile to myself. I can't control my stupid impulses.

Suddenly just sitting in his Mustang listening to his music, that was all too similar to mine, became my happy place.

He is no longer just some guy I met on a beach one day.

He is no longer a cute college guy that actually paid attention to a stupid high school girl.

He isn't just some kid in a Mustang.

He's pretty damn real. 

And it's going to be pretty damn hard to say goodbye.

"Love is such an inconvenience at your age, especially if it's the real thing."