He holds me to warm me up...

I'm still cold, but I can bear it. I am right where I want to be. I close my eyes, and smile. I think about how funny happiness is. How it rushes over you like a wave when you are least expecting it. It sweeps you up in its undertow, and you have no choice but to let it take you away. Grinning all the way to your demise. My thoughts are interrupted by a kiss, and for a moment all I feel is electricty. I giggle, because happiness truly is funny. I close my eyes and breathe in the smell of cigarette smoke...

"Out of the car"

Drama

It's colder outside.

He's so distant now.

I ask my friend if we can talk

It's warmer inside.

"What happened?" I ask, "He says he doesn't feel right when he's with you."....I sigh because now I'm sure theres something wrong with me. Silence. "I don't think anyone will ever feel right when they are with me"..."He says he still likes me though" she said. I close my eyes . I think about how funny sadness is. How it rushes over you like a bitter wind. It sweeps you up its violent cold, and you have no choice but to let it take you away. All the while it whispers defeat in your ears.  My thoughts are interrupted by my tears, and for a moment all I feel is how alone I really am. Then I giggle between my sobs, even though sadness isn't funny at all. I close my eyes and breathe in...