She hugged her best friend tightly and he just stood there and watched.
"Hug her for me too." He said. "I don't wanna get in trouble."
She turns around and walks to a spot, a fair distance away from him. She stretched out her hand towards him,
"Hand hug." She says and smiled at him.
He reached out his hand and took it the way he did every time he greeted her. Only this time, he pulled her towards him.
They just stood there, in the most perfect of ways.
This wasn't a hand hug, it was better.
Much, much better.

I hate you...
That is what my head has finally decided but as I ponder on this decision I'm trying to find reasons to back up my reason and.....
nothing.
Not one piece of evidence.


The thing is, I have every reason to hate you.
You go out a lot and you stay out late and here I am wondering what you're doing who you're with what the hell you're up to and still.....
nothing.
Not one doubt in my heart.


Yes, I specified my heart because my mind has a mind of it's own and as I try to convince it of all the reasons that you'd never in any sort of way hurt me nor have I given you a reason to, it still doubts.

So I let it take me to all the possible scenarios where you'd do me wrong and I try to find by any possible means in which this can be true and again.....
nothing.
Not one second do I mistrust you.


Although all good things must come to an end....
I wish you to be forever.

why is it,
that the water keeps getting colder?
why is it,
that i can't seem to hold you?
why is it,
that i keep going under?
why is it,
that i can't seem to hold you?


why is it,
that the water keeps getting colder?
why is it,
that you're fading away further?
why is it,
that i'm not getting any warmer?
why is it,
that instead of being able to hold you,
the more I'm going under?

I don't want to miss somebody,
who isn't missing me.
But baby if you are,
say something, please.


It feels like I'm drowning without you now,
please come back to me somehow.

i want to know you, better than anyone,
to understand you, to help you out,
to be there when you're in doubt.


i want to let you know you're not alone,
even when you feel out of place,
i'll be your home.


i want to tell you that i won't leave, i won't go away,
because i made a promise i'm gonna stay.
i know everything is new,
but trust me i'll learn to love you the way you want me to.

beautiful, he calls her. but is she really?
in her purest essence, in what it means to be her, is she beautiful?
according to her, she is not.
according to the world, who knows?
but he thinks she's beautiful. and he would.not.stop. repeating it.


perhaps she's beautiful because of the hints of vanity in her face,
or the twinkle in her eyes, the brightness in  her smile,
or maybe it's the way her hair falls on her shoulder.


but that doesn't make her beautiful.
the traces in her face, only he sees
the twinkle in her eyes, he put it there,
the brightness in her smile, it's because of him
the way her hair falls is a natural mess.


she isn't really beautiful,
she doesn't possess beauty within herself,
it's him that makes her beautiful -
and it's only him that's seen this beauty in her.