Laughing at my self on the inside

I think I've almost gotten to that one point that I know once I reach it, everything is going to seem a million times harder, and at the same time, a million times easier. I find myself doodling pictures of hearts, pictures that are throughout my notebooks and in all my thoughts. And this is me! I'm supposed to be the level-headed, head-above-the-water, down-to-earth girl. Not the romance loving, head-in-the-clouds, everything-is-going-to-turn-out-alright child. I find my thoughts and even my, dare I say it (or even think it), dreams turning to him. What is wrong with me? I think I almost know, but I don't want it to be true. So I'm laughing at my self on the inside.

Rain

Rain. It's so...hard to explain. But so beautiful. Love is almost like the rain because you can feel it when it's there. Softly caressing your face...or raging and wild, uncontrolable, never-want-to-live-without. Love.