"In the midst of our lives, we must find the magic that makes our souls soar."

Me in a nutshell: I'm fifteen, I have brown curly hair, and I love Harry Potter.

Nice to meet you. :)

One cannot hold to something as corruptible as human emotion. It slips from our fingers, swallows us, bending through time and heaven and hell and leaving us gasping for breath under choking waters, There is nothing less trusting, less stable than our dripping hearts, drenched in wine of years. Yet, faulted as it is, it is all we know. It is all we hold dear. And that is why we are called human.

Friend, I miss you. I miss your essence of… you. Your simple strength of presence. The way you close your eyes when you lean your head back, and scrunch them up when you laugh, I feel utterly exposed when you look at me. I feel my insides strung to your eyes, when they blink I only wish them to open again. So blue. Like whispers on a grassy back field… Like the tinkling of your laughter and like the feel of a spotlight on an elementary school stage. I know what you hand feels like, to hold in my own, but I don’t know what it feels like in love. Friend, I love you. I miss you. I swore we were just friends but I’m too lost in you to ever let you go. When you brush me I feel underwater and so electric. The emptiness I fell is thanks to you, now I know. Unreachable, I love you. Casualness is a thing of the past, this casualty a thing of the present.

The quiet security of a broken heart… It lies alone, but all the better, never to be tampered with or beat again. Never will it listen to the quiet whisperings of uninvited, unrequited affection... As the calling grows louder, and is audible above all life, I will gently pass it to your hands, my love; hoping, wishing, willing it not to shatter, but to flutter again… I would hold your heart. I will keep it instead of my own. That is what endureth, and that is true, unbroken love.