my president is black.

you give me butterflies .. .

between December '08' and now i missed you more than anything.

i saw you twice since then. i know your with other females and i cant say anything about it as much as i want too. i thought maybe for the new year we would of been closer but were only farther now. i really wish i can call you my own but i dont think you feel the same way i do. sometimes i try to make myself believe i don't want to " be " with you but your the first actual boy who gave me butterflies. i imagine you as a fragment of my imagination and then you call me and i realize your real. you keep dangling me along. i often have a fear of judgement when i talk to you but then your so nonchalant about things. your too laid back, your too nice, you have a smart mouth, your way too friendly, your selfish, you work too much, your vain, you dont think of me enough, but yet im comfortable with the way you are. i want to call you my own but your obviously not ready for that .