Old writings...

I was looking through my sketchbook. I really am a romantic. To such an intense degree. It's crazy. 

Side note I also have been suffering massive headaches these past two days and nights and it's killer. Especially to be looking at a screen. But here I am.

I used to (and still do I just don't have a lot of time recently) dream of certain things someone will say to me. And they're all the most romantic things. I don't think people are like that anymore, it's all in my head. Maybe people never were that way. I don't know. Maybe 100 years ago, before the world seemed to be spinning too fast and everyone was connected by this imaginary thread. But it's a dream I will always hold on to.

"I could watch you breathe and still be entertained for hours."

"Your love keeps me constantly intoxicated."

"I don't want to give this life away because there's a chance I will find you in each minute."

"I don't think I could deal with you being unhappy, because my heart would shatter if a single tear fell down your face." 

I'm exhausted. I'm now on the phone with a boy, listening to his day. He isn't as romantic or as deep as I am,  but he's still nice and I enjoy talking to him. I just don't know how far it will go. And I am still looking for someone. I read somewhere that I should keep my standards high. Even though I still feel alone.