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

He [HAD] her...

"...he [had] her falling like rain

and at night

and in her dreams

he [had] her calling his name..."

-Miss Joyy

Just a small quote from my favorite poet of all time! I just wanted to share it with everyone because it's so deep and beautiful.

xoxo, Modern Day Juliette

Delete before reading...right???

We've all felt that way right? Having something to say....having the words at the tip of your tongue! And then????.....Nothing. You take it all back. You're scared of the outcome. Delete before reading. It's the worst internal conflict. "I want to tell him, but I don't want to tell him." Yea, we've all been there... Sometimes everything is so...blissful without your truth. Everything is fine. For now. Yes, everything is fine until you go home after a great day and realize you want more. And you get mad at yourself for not ripping off the band aid when you had a whole days chance. You think "I want him to be happy, I want him to be safe." So you continue seeing them everyday, just glad you're spending time with them one more day. Thankful for their face, their voice.... and you're silent. Everything silent except for the ticking time bomb indside you. Nothing matters...just that moment. Not the fact that when you two part your ways, he's goes off oblivious, or the fact that when you get home, you're probably gonna beat yourself up for not telling him how you really feel. Yes, a crush seems more like a curse than an actual good thing. Nothing makes sense and at the same time, everything does. You don't understand yourself...how can you be so freaking silent??? JUST SAY IT!....no. What will happen? Awkwardness is a guarantee, were the answer to be a rejection, as polite as it may be. YOu don't want to ruin it, that friendship you two have. That closeness, that sincerity. So that's it....right? What? Do you wait till it passes? Pray to God you stop feeling that way and suffer all the meanwhile?...It's the worst internal conflict. Delete before reading.

xoxo, Modern Day Juliette

Original Date: Febuary 16, 2008

I love you...and I hate you.
I need you...but I want you gone.
I have you...yet it seems like I've never met you.
I see you...but I'm blind.
I feel you around me...yet, I'm still cold.
You're mine...but I don't know you.
You make me smile during the day... but you make me cry at night.
You make me feel safe... yet, I'm the most terrified I've ever been....
I hate you....so why do I want you the way I do?

Original Date: February 18, 2008

The following is an entry I wrote a while ago about a really smart guy that saw through everything except through my obvious feelings.

This is probably not the place to say it...
You probably don't even check my blogs,
And even if you did,
You probably think I am writing about someone else.
Oh my dear, you are so wrong.
It is you I am writing to.
You.
The same person I allow to look through my soul,
And yet, all you see are two brown eyes.
I am not mad at you.
I just want to know why.
Why am I just a please and a thank you?
How can you be so blind that you don't even see me...
Looking at you lovingly?
Yes.
Deny it.
Deny that you saw it coming.
Deny that you are starting to see the truth behind my almond-shaped brown eyes.
My dear, you are amazing.
I have never met anyone that makes me blush the way you do...
Makes my face light up the way you do when you walk into the room.
I love spending time with you.
Being around you makes me anxious and excited and energetic all at the same time.
Lol.
But maybe nothing will ever happen.
God knows you don't give me the time of day.
So I sit.
Silently.
Slowly fading into the background.
Yes I ramble, and you look at me like I'm crazy.
I ramble about you...
About how what I feel is so sincere and yet so stupid...
To think that if I wait just a little longer, something...
My dear, I am a subtle lady.
I drop hints...subtle hints....
Hints that are maybe too subtle that even someone as smart as you cannot decipher.
So yes. I am finally telling you this.
Maybe not private enough as I would like to be telling you this...
But maybe private enough to make you open your eyes...lol
...your eyes...
This is just me, overflowing with words.
It's okay to be silent now dear.
I've said it.
I have set you free with my secret...
I have set myself free.
Be happy now dear...
I just want you to be happy...
I just want you.... to smile.

Present Day: October 26, 2008- Yes, we write, pour our souls on paper about our latest crush. Then it doesn't work out or whatnot and time continues, we move on and we find ourselves with a pen and paper yet again, oh the inevitable. It's what? Pathetic? No, i don't like to think about it that way. Its the way things go. For writers like me anyway...You feel, you write, you move on...hmmm. We must admit though....each crush is unique. Each makes you realize something new...each is...special.