• 1. My friends. 2. My family. 3. My house. 4. When its cold ooutside and your inside warm. 5. Nights watching Movies. 6. Coffee. 7. Deep conversations. 8. Butterflies when you see someone. 9. That feelng when your onstage. 10. Peanut butter and nuttella pancakes. 11. Becca and Georgia. 12. Feeling higher than everything. 13. Parties. 14. Meeting pretty people. 15. Sam. 16. Knit wear. 17. Memories. 18. Ialia conti. 19. Finishing something. 20. Laughing. 21. Summer. 22. Hyde park. 23. Starbucks. 24. Music. 25. Blonde hair. 26. High shoes. 27. Stars. 28. Lyrics 29. Getting on with someone you just met. 30. Emotion. 31. La roux. 32. Security. 33. Love. 34. Hate. 35. France. 36. NYC. 37. My dreams. 38. Fridays. 39. Wake up texts. 40. Late night conversations. 41. Feeling pretty. 42. Pictures. 43. Happiness. 44. Seeing people smile. 45. Things working out. 46. Late night car journeys. 47. Hotel rooms. 48. Christmas. 49. My birthday. 50. Getting a text from the person i want. 51. The blue smartie. 52. Ben and Jerrys. 53. Thigh High Socks. 54. Fear. 55. Thorpe park. 56. Welsh accents. 57. American accents. 58. English. 59. Creative writing. 60. Amersham and wycombe college. 61. The friends ive got left. 62. When a dress fits you. 63. Getting call backs. 64. Facebook photolikes and comments. 65. The like button. 66. Winter mornings. 67. Partys in the dark. 68. Scary movies. 69. Boys with pretty faces. 70. Pixie Lott. 71. Pretty Underwear. 72. When I paint my nails good. 73. Being drunk. 74. After party sleep. 75. Shows, and how everyone gets on. 76. Tai Chi night (L). 77. Funny people. 78. How blonde I go after my hair has just been bleached. 79. Cheneys mums skills with scissors. 80. Amazing weekends. 81. Picnics. 82. My diary. 83. Presents. 84. Surprises. 85. Nice hair. 86. Boys who smell nice. 87. Fierce cologne. 88. Flat caps. 89. Kisses under the covers. 90. 27 Dresses. 91. High tops. 92. Ice cream. 93. Strawberries. 94. The feeling you give me. 95. Mac cosmetics. 96. Abercrombie. 97. Looking individual. 98. Writing pretty songs. 99. Nights that you wished would last forever. 100. When my heart beats fast.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Im standing here before you with my heart in my hands.

So I read this quote once right?
And it spoke about how the first time you fall in love you give everything, that person has the whole of you, your quirks, your habits, your dysfunctional personality and all the parts you love about yourself. It's all theirs, your completely naive enough to give away your whole heart and your whole self until you no longer own any of it. But when it ends -which lets be honest, it will, nothing lasts- you have nothing left of yourself. And you have to re build yourself as this new lone person, and you may sit thinking ' do i like potatoes?' because you don't remember if the person who was there, before you gave away everything, really did like potatoes, or the sound of rain on the pavements, or the smell of grass. So when you fall in love again you cannot give everything, because you've given it all away before, you know better this time; you cant give away everything you gave away before because a part of you, no matter how tiny that part may be, is still left with your first ever love.
This tiny part of you that believes it really can last forever, and that the person really is totally perfect for you and they can't ever hurt you. This one part remains with the person, refraining you from ever giving as much as you first gave.
Well i don't want to give everything for you not to give as much.
But i need to make the mistake to know not to do it again.
People keep saying to me, hold a part of yourself back, don't give away everything. To be completely honest with you I don't know how to, its all or nothing I'm afraid.
So watch out.

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