Dayle's profile

I'm the sort of girl who's an old romantic at heart, but would never admit it. The type of girl who secretly wishes a guy would buy her flowers 'just because' when she's very vocal about how they 'just die anyway'. And I've come to realise how confusing this must be for the men I date. Not that there are alot of them. This silent hoping he's a mind reader is no good for anyone. You'll never get what you want that way. Like a (male) friend of mine recently told me "That crap should stay i...

Love. Love is a deadly feeling. It gives you passion, but jealousy. Sorrow, but happiness. It makes you & it breaks you. Chapter one Kayla. It's you and me and all other people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you. Okay have you ever been horribly, brain numbling, pathetically in love with someone who cannot and will not love you back? No. Just me then. Great. He was a friend of sorts. The sort of person you know is bad for you, but you go running back to him anyway. Time ...

The Guy. We’ve all got him. That one guy that no matter what you do, you just can’t seem to get over him. You can be fine, go months, years even not seeing him then an old fried will bring him up. Or worse, you actually bump into him somewhere and are reminded exactly how amazing he really is.   Now this guy can be anyone from an old flame to that guy at the back of your English class that you just never had the guts to talk to. He can be the high school quarterback or the c...

The Guy By Kirstie Melvin. We've all got him. That one guy that no matter what you do, you just can't seem to get over him. You can be fine, go months, years even not seeing him then an old friend'll bring him up. Or worse, you actually bump into him somewhere and are reminded exactly how amazing he really is. Now this guy can be anyone from an old flame to that guy at the back of your English class that you just never had the guts to talk to. He can be the highschool quaterback or the captin...

It all started one monday afternoon while I was waiting to pick my little brother up from school. There I was innocently minding my own business when some blonde baffoon bumped me, causing his coffee to spill all over my nice new WHITE top (that I had borrowed from my best friend without her knowledge). I was in trouble. And things were about to get a whole lot worse. Chapter one. There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm. "What the hell?! Will you look where you're going moron?!" ...