strawberry
when van's laugh echoed in my ears, a sigh escaped my lips.
how is it possible for one to be so simple, and bland yet so necessary?
when berry placed her lips on top of his, they blended together so perfectly i had to look away.
This is what makes van special, his ability to fit everyone and everything just perfectly.
van is charming, and he knows it. i hate how he knows it; it makes him very cocky and self centered. these are the two things I hate the most.
van notices I am gawking at him, and he offers me an amused smile- which was very beautiful may i say.
i blush furiously before looking away.
~i wonder how it'd feel if his finger tips blended into my skin.
when a pebble hits my closed window, I don't flinch.
i already know who it is- van.
Flattered? Yes.
but nothing good comes from van.
~ever since my knees bled love for the young boy on a blue bike, till my heart bled pain for the young man on a loud motorbike van had never brought me anything, but insecurity.
i always wondered what did strawberry have better than caramel?
is it the knowledge that it comes from a delicious fruit? or the thought that you have mother nature between you lips? the feeling of dominance over the powerful, idolized authority that changes the leaves around you..
is it because caramel is too sweet for you too keep up? the way it would engulf all of your sensation without giving you any choice? do you hate not having control over your very own mouth?
is it because you crave the weakness?
