Guess What's Next?

By the age of 16, 80% of people have already met who they are going to marry.

I am apart of this statistic. I have met him. I've got my guy. The guy on the white horse with the blonde hair and the blue eyes. I've got him. I've dated him so hard that I'm gonna marry the shit out of him. The guy with all the right attitudes. The one who tells me I'm beautiful when I stink like shit and have greasy hair. The one who tells me I'm right even when I'm wrong. The guy who lets me scream and kick and cry and whine all I want. He's the one who's always on my side.
He may not know it as much as I know it, but I'm out to get him. Just as much as he's out to get me. I want his name. I want his clothes scattered in our room. I want to wake up to his sleepy eyes and smelly breath. I want him to take me out. I want to be broke as a joke with him. And I wanna be rich as a bitch with him. I want to be happy, sad, angry, joyful, excited, mad, stupid in love with this boy. Call me selfish all you want. Call me sleazy, skanky, bitchy slutty. I don't care. He's my best friend I can tell secrets to. He's my best friend and my lover. and that is exactly what I need. I can confide in him. and run to him. and he'll take care of all my problems.
He's my superman. He makes me smile. when I'm angry. He forgives me. He supports me in all my decisions. Even if they aren't the smartest decisions. He knows me.

He just knows me. Plain and simple.

And that is that. That is the comma. Chapter 2. The story isn't over yet.

It's only just the beginning.

I've got my guy. Guess what's next? :)

Let me back in

I miss you. I would tell myself. The little things, they would remind me of the days and hours we would spend together. Whether it was laying on my pool deck tanning till we got really hot and jumped in the pool. To those cold winter days when we would sit on my bed talking till there was nothing to talk about except just us. The days we would spend passing letters to each other between classes. All of that was lost when I said those words, in fine bold print that slipped out from my lips.

Now, 8 months later, here we are, you with forgiveness, me with apologies flowing from my mouth. Here we are. Sewing. Mending. using Band-Aids and crutches to pick ourselves back up. So here we are. and after everyday that I was sorry not only to you but sorry for my self. My pathetic actions that took me on a long road of recovery. 

We may not be friends like we once were, We'll be stronger. 

Here's to you, my lady love, my girl-bromance, my best friend, my sister.

Heres to the beautiful person i knew and know again.

I love you.

I'll see you in my dreams

The Hours. The Days. The Months. They pass and fall like leaves. Falling between us, as our separation grows deeper. Till it sinks down to the core. And I watch you from far away. Watching you, happy. Good. I'm glad. What I would give to laugh with you again. What I would do to be able to talk to you.. You were the only one I could tell every thought that passed over. Now I just whisper it to you in my dreams. Where you'll stay forever. because my dreams are a much nicer place than where we stand now.
So for now,

I'll see you in my dreams

Hair.

"Fashion is our passion,
Science is our strength."

People think we are girls and boys who are bubblegum bimbos who just fiddle with hair and gossip in the salon. No. It takes so much to get where we are. It takes more than just a couple fash. sess. (Fashion sessions) to get where we are. It takes a few years to learn so much and grow and learn. It's more than just the hair and the nails. It's the anatomy, the skill, the talent. someone may have the talent but not the true depth in every trick of the trade. Excuse me, person who cuts her friends hair in the bathroom, can you name every disease of the skin? Excuse me, person who cuts there children's hair in the kitchen, do you take the time to set up an entire SMA? Do you even know what a SMA is?
No.
Yes, your haircut may be free, but no you are not receiving the professional hair care you should be if they shampoo and condition your hair with Pantene. Just take a twenty and go to Hair Masters, at least they know what they are doing.
We are people of education. We know the job, we know what to do, and we'll work with you and your hair to make it look awesomely amazing.

We have the fashion for passion.
And we know the science of our passion.

You Found Me

Charming, he was. Foolish, was I. He'd push me down and I would laugh thinking nothing of it. He was standing there laughing at me the whole time, I was young, naive.

Then there you were, while I was running back, you kept pulling me closer and closer to you. Then finally the only thing I was running from was him, into your arms. You caught me, you held me until the tears washed away, and the winds slowed down to a breeze, and the sand sunk me deep into your warmth. Your voice a beacon in the storm.

You Found Me. When I was trying to find my way out of the thrashing waves that were drowning me. You Found Me. While I was trying to run and hide.

Now I search for you, knowing my heavy heart would be found. Knowing you would find it and hold it till the very day it slowed and simmered to a steady line. And beyond that you would forever hold my heart, and forever hold me. Even running away would never do me good, you'd just find me and calm me. Although I could never run.

Not after all you have done for me.

When I'm angry you shower me with kindness and kisses. When I'm sad you hold me in your arms and just listen to me. When I'm anything at all you take care of me. You melt me away till I'm nothing but a flame and fire that can never be blown out.
Every atom of my heart is loving you right now.

You've ruined me for any other person. I'm forever yours.
You have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you.

Because You Found Me.

I Still Believe In Your Friendship

In your letters. In your fresh smile. In your laughs. Most of all,


I still believe in your Friendship.

I Love you with my bones.

      We were laying on the couch watching television. He rest his arm over my should and his hand lay gently on my shoulder while I rested my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, trying to ignore the noise of the television in the background. I looked up at him at his eyes as he watched intently at whatever was on TV. He noticed me and my heart began to race as his eyes met mine.
     "What are you thinking about?" I asked him.
     "Nothing really, baby." I figured half as much. He wouldn't admit it now but I know he thinks about me as often as I think about him.
     "Why do you love me?" I questioned soon after.
     "What kind of silly question is that baby? What is there not to love about you? You are so beautiful and adorable, with the most beautiful smile and the deepest, darkest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." His reply causing me to blush lightly. "It's true baby. I Love you with every bone in my body and every cell in my skin. My Love is true for you." I hold him tighter in my arms. Not wanting to let go of this moment, I hold on wanting to stay in his arms forever. Willing with all of my strength to never let him go. I'll never let him go. They can try to tear us apart. No. Nothing can tear us apart. No one can tear love apart.

I Love you A.