emo love is matching sweaters. her pushing up your glasses when they slide off your nose. a phonecall from her in which she cries to you about how much she misses you. calling each other dorks and geeks as terms of endearment. going thrifting together. crying in each others arms over sad things on the news. telling each other about the best bands no one's heard of. writing notes to each other about how much you miss them. missing them. slow dancing to bright eyes songs. sharing cds.singing along to dashboard confessional together. not being able to live without their scent. making mix tapes for each other every week and listening to them in the car on the way to shows. talking about starting a real sunny day real estate agency. her kissing your fingers after you hurt yourself with the sewing machine. sewing patches on your shirts together. reciting song lyrics when she's mad at you. her inability to be mad at you for more than five minutes. stealing each others words. trying to read her mind through her eyes. getting lost on the way to a show and crying together about it. fighting over who's the bigger loser. baking cookies together. eating more of it before they go in the oven. getting tummyaches and laying on the couch together. falling asleep in each others arms. waking up and thinking it was a dream. playing her her favorite jimmy eat world song on an acoustic guitar. having all your friends take pictures of you and not having any for yourselves. joking about your emotional wedding, knowing deep down you're both being serious. her telling you you're not allowed to break my heart because he'd cry forever. talking about the real meaning of the song apple trees by ozma. sending letters through the mail even though you live in the same neighborhood. publishing them in a zine together. leaving secret song lyric messages in your profiles for each other. being each other's life and forgetting you have other friends.her running an errand and making a pit stop at your house, even though its out of her way.
I love this... except i dont cry.. or do zines.. im too lazy
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