Over It.

“boy crazy.” that is what they called me. and i knew it. i loved being it. 

but i have slowly come to realize that i’m tired.

i’ve said it before…but i honestly am. i’m passing every face that i would have probably gone crazy for.

yet i turn my head and forget about it all. i have lost the ability to feel the nervous butterflies and have the blushing cheeks. 

i’m done being patient and waiting. 

if i don’t feel a spark that lets me know that my prince charming has come, i’ll probably let him go.

not knowing the damage that i have done to my never beginning love life. 

(that’s right. it hasn’t even begun.)


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