Oh, it is love

I could hear hundreds or quite possibly thousands of feet scuffling all around us, but all I saw were his big brown eyes that made the butterflies in my stomach dance. We stood together in silence, both of us too afraid to utter a single word. Neither of us daring to take the risk because one sound, one syllable, one word might steal the moment away. The loud rustling of the leaves above us indicated that the wind was violently passing through, but all I felt was the warmth of his embrace that made me feel complete. It was a feeling I had longed and searched for, and finally I found it in his arms. The corners of his mouth rose, forming a smile. I wanted to run my finger across it. I wanted to trace every line and every curve of his lips. But before I knew it, he was leaning in for a kiss. And as our lips met, every fiber of my being knew that this was love. And as I opened my eyes, I realized it was just a dream.

Just a little Teacher Crush

It's true. I have a crush on my history teacher. But before you judge me, just hear me out. My teacher is not your typical chubby and bald teacher who looks to be a child molester. Oh no sir. My history teacher is absolutely far from it! This man is tall, tan, and HANDSOME. I am not exaggerating when I say that every girl in my class is head over heels for him. Apparently we are not the only ones. The girls who had him last year and the girls who had him 2 years ago and 3 years ago and so on and so on, were also under his love spell. But get this. He is 51 years old. Yes 51! Now, you may be thinking that we are all a bunch of sick little high school girls who are obsessed with old men. But trust me, on my first day in his class, I honestly thought he was barely in his thirties. When he eventually did reveal his age to us, everyone was in disbelief. That's just how young he truly looks! And not to mention, he gets more and more gorgeous with each passing day. He simply ages like wine. But the best part about him is his personality. He is just so funny and so animated. You can always find him cracking jokes and jumping from one side of the room to the other. I can go on and on about my little teacher crush, but you probably wouldn't read on. So I'll end it with a simple question. Do you have an odd crush on someone?

Singing is my drug...

Singing feeds my lonely soul. It comforts me in the silence of the night, and it expresses the words that my heart is dying to tell. Singing has been my passion ever since I was around 5 or 6 years old. I would sing every song I knew and loved. Ironically enough, I don't like singing in front of my family. I don't exactly know why, but whenever they catch me singing I feel completely and utterly embarrassed almost as if they just caught me naked with a guy. I also don't like singing in front of my friends. Actually, scratch that. I LOVE singing with my friends, but  I don't sing seriously. It's more like screaming/singing at the top of my lungs and singing in a silly way. I don't know why I can't sing in front of my friends and family. Perhaps it is because I am at my most vulnerable when I am singing. It is when I pour my heart and soul, and it will only take one word of criticism to shatter me into pieces. So tell me, what is your passion?