I am friends with someone's Mr. Right...

The hardest of feelings are those that you can't explain. It's like having an illness you don't know the name to, yet you are able to describe the symptoms. The feeling of...happiness that doesn't quite make sense to you. It's frustrating, you don't really know what it is that you want, but you know that you've been thinking about someone that has you smiling a lot lately. And you know you don't want it to stop. It's a wonderful feeling, some would even say blissful, but it's addicting too, always finding a way to get your next fix from the person that you can't seem to stay away from. I am friends with some lucky girl's Mr. Right. My best friend is the most amazing guy I have ever met without a doubt. He is very special for me because he is the only one that keeps me sane in this crazy world that we live in. He's someone that I wouldn't know what to do if had to live without him. Any girl that has met him is a fool for not snatching him up. The first time he referred to me as his best friend...I just remember feeling so important. I felt...wanted. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him and I hope he knows that. If there's anything I've learned as an outsider is that things fall in place for those who wait, and for those who wait even though they're sick and tired of waiting. I want him to know that he is the most important person for me right now and I care about him sooo much. (You got that? Nobody like you. Remember that!)
xoxo, Modern Day Juliette

He's Good...She's...

He's really something.
He's such a player, and don't get me wrong...
He's good at his game. A master.
His smile makes girls vulnerable to his
intoxication.
His swagger makes them glance with
wonder.
His hands around her waist make her go "oh dear!"
His walk towards her, leaves her with
suspense.
He's a smooth talker.
He's a troublemaker and a bad boy...and he knows it.
He's good at his game. A master.
He's such a player.
Damn, he's good.

She's really something.
Such silent sweetness.
She's feisty too.
The return of her smile is
inviting.
The way she turns away to ignore him makes him walk faster towards her.
Her hand in his makes him wonder if she'll follow..
As he walks away and notices the distance, her far away figure has him thinking.
She talks with a cautious and playful tone.
She's too much of a good girl for him.
Such silent sweetness.
Damn, she's better...
...too bad she'll never be his...

Quote of the Day...

"Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up, and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what’s left of your heart that they feel the same.

xoxo, Modern Day Juiette