Loves of My Life

I love the sun.

I love seeing the tulips blooming in my yard.

I love to sweat while I pull weeds in the backyard.

Nobody likes to pull weeds. 

I love shutting out the loud voices of people

in the halls with my headphones and music.

I love getting more freckles on my face

even though I tell everyone that I hate them.

I secretly like them because they make me feel pretty.

And that's OK, right?

I love the boys who ask girls to dances

because they put themselves out there for the ones they like. 

Or even asking a girl because they know she's never been

and she really needs it. Those are my favorite boys. 

The nice boys.

I love my kitty cats because they love me no matter what. 

My sister and I plan on having 10 cats when we're older.

We'd pick cats over men any day. 

That was irrelevant

 but I felt like this post needed some humor. 

Even though half of you thought that wasn't even funny. 

Oh, well.

I love feeling the summer breeze on my face,

watching it whip my hair around.

I love to change things about my appearance. 

It makes me feel like a new person 

but my personality still remains.

I love warm blankets during the winter

because they remind me of the summertime.

I love watermelon.

As long as it's the seedless kind.

I don't like to spit out the black seeds.

I once ate 17 pieces of watermelon in Arizona

and I got a horrible stomachache afterwards.

Somehow, I still love it. 

I love the way he loves me. 

No need to elaborate.

I love the boy who played Peter Pan. 

I always wished I could be Wendy. 

Maybe I can shoot the Wendy Bird down..

I love music from movies.

Especially the ones with an orchestra. 

How to Train Your Dragon has the best soundtrack.

I love my little sister and how close we've become.

I might even get a tattoo of her birthday in Roman Numerals

when I turn 18. 

Maybe then my mom won't be so mad.

These are the loves of my life.