A/N: Hai...Call me Nikki. It's my middle name. Um...I don't really know what to say. I don't own anything...PM. REVIEW.
The beginning towards the end.
I think one of the main reason to why my taste in guys differ so greatly from other girls are because I am so deeply allured by the knowledge in which they hold.
Enough said, I like ones who aren't exactly haughty, but is aware of an approachable manner to share off what they know. Not really in a pedantic personality wise sort of way, but in a more subtle charismatic charming way.
This is pretty precise, yet so hard to follow. My point is, knowledge is more attractive than appearances. It brings you to a whole new stage, a stage so bleak and obscure for the shallows.
What the fuck am I saying? I don't know, honestly.
I'm in love with him and I can't help it. He's such a fucking turn on. I swear to god, I really miss him. Nostalgia beyond what words can say, inexplicable feeling of being unhappy without the thing we did.
I watch him from across the room. He walks as if he's on water. It's more like a glide then a walk. I always knew he was bad news but I can't help who I fall for. My heart beats rapidly when he's around.
I don't really believe in love. The way he makes me feel, my own boyfriend of three years can't make me feel like this...
A/N: What do you think? I'm really bored so I started writing. PM. I love talking to people..o.o Review if you like it. I promise to make it longer (;
~Nikki