I'm Hardly Worth Your TimeMore Like This
Jack knew what he was getting himself into. It was hailing, he was soaked, and there was a fairly good chance that his best friend wasn't even home, but God did he want this. His heart was racing in his chest -- and okay, maybe he was being reckless and a little stupid. Maybe Alex was in a committed relationship and had been for the past few years. Maybe you weren't supposed to fall in love with your friends. But Jack had never been one to listen to reason, and he wasn't planning on starting now.
He lifted himself up onto the tree branch next to Alex's bedroom. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as his fist connected with the glass, tapping a few times before hearing footsteps. The blinds shot up and the brown-haired boy peered out. He caught sight of Jack and smiled, opening the window and letting him in.
"You could've used the front door, y'know. Climbing through my window and almost giving me a heart attack every time isn't really necessary."
Jack smiled and shrugged.
"I like t
God, I'm Sick of Sleeping Alone It was the first Christmas in three years that Alex wasn't spending alone. His parents were huddled up in the back bedroom per usual and his brother was staying on campus this year.More Like This
I met a boy at the park today and he's the first person that's smiled at me in what feels like forever.
He came over for dinner and didn't scowl when he saw the trail of beer cans to my parents' room or the groans that leaked through the thin walls.
His name is Jack and i've never met someone that's seemed this interested in me before. He just talks like he really cares to know what I have to say. And I actually believe him.
This Christmas Alex wouldn't be decorating sugar cookies and gingerbread men alone, or setting up the tree by himself. This year he had Jack.
It's been a few weeks since we met, It's Christmas Eve, and he said he wanted to tell me something important. Maybe he has a new girlfriend. Maybe he's moving away. Maybe he found out my dirty secret. Maybe he likes me back.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she