Comfort in a pillow.

While hugging your pillow tight hoping it was someone else is just as comforting, the fact that it doesn't have arms and that it can't hug you back is a huge factor deducted to the "comfort" the pillow actually brings. Do you actually get what I am saying? Never mind if you don't. The perplexity of the mere idea itself is contradicting on its own.

Hayy. See, I've been hugging my body pillow every night in what seems like a reflex action. And to drift me of to sleep, I just think it's ______ that I'm actually hugging. But you know, it's just not the same..

When my Mom thinks I still am under the spell of my puppy love, my heart has a different idea altogether. My heart thinks and says I already got over the spell of my puppy love and broke through into something more magnificent. My first love. ;)

While getting over _____ was just as hard as getting a brick wall moved, falling for ______ is as easy as finding a pink button over a sea of black ones. The fall was overwhelming... It brings you to a sea of emotions you haven't seen (and known existed) before. It's a bit foreign to my nature but it's just as good.

Now, as I leaf through the empty pages of my little black book, I feel happy for I know that each empty page would be illustrated and written with pictures and words of LOVE. ;)

Hugging a pillow for comfort isn't that bad after all...