She was on the way home waiting for the lift when he stood beside her. She was surprised when he started singing Dear Maria. Her eyes almost got out of its socket. He knows. She was wearing her All Time Low shirt and he laughed at her expression. The elevator dinged to signal its arrival and that’s how they got close.
I can’t promise you that I will never hurt you. I might, without meaning to. But I want you to know that breaking your heart is like destroying my own soul. It will not hurt as much because it will hurt more. I hope you feel the same. Hurt. Misery. Pain. Those are the things that come with love. We can’t avoid being insensitive to … Continue reading TO YANG
All of us is a fan of something–a book, a movie, an actor or even a BAND. Obsessing (though we sometimes prefer “Dedication” than the O word) over someone, is such a bittersweet thing. We tend to become bitter because of the thought of not getting what we want–signed books, merch, concert tickets, and the list goes on. (Obsessed! Gaaah, it’s so frustrating!). It’s sweet to have such a wonderful feeling of admiration (Look! You have that idiotic smile plastered on your face). And this poem is all about that. Dedicating yourself to a band who may or may not know you exist. A band you may or you may not meet. Here’s a slice of reality for you.