He was a boy. At a young age, he was just the thing to give you cooties. I, at the time, actually hated him. He was popular and a boy and he never noticed me. And there are very few people I'll ever hate.
But one day in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much more familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that day on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a love letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best friends into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily love me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still love him.
But one day in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much more familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that day on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a love letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best friends into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily love me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still love him.
to see the light in your eyes
to hear the beating of your heart
to feel your soft lips against mine
to take in your taste and the way you smell
with you i feel like were floating in air
and are bodys are lost in the sands of time
i can see you smill as i see u cry
and with u the day will never die
your touch is light as a feather
that from the graceful wing of a bird
the night is ours
and the moon is full bringing light to our eyes
we fall to the sweet scented grass
soft and wet with teardrop dew
we lay there hand and hand
pulse to pulse
no matter what the night brings
i know that i can put my heart in your hands
never to regret my choice
for u are the one soul on earth that it belongs to
and u put urs in mine
and i see in ur eyes
that what is true for me is true for u