Hey all....I'm back again. Well, I was looking through my files and found this poem that I wrote a while ago. It's not one of those poems that rhyme, but it's like a freewrite, if you will. I really like it and I enjoyed writing it, too. I hope you all will enjoy it as well.

"I Love"

My name is Jessica. Jess, if you’re one of my friends. Jessie if you’re a family member.

I love butterflies and fairies, and pretty much anything enchanted that has wings.

I hate roaches. I couldn’t kill one to save my life. They’re icky.

I love my family. I love my friends. I love a special someone. Even if he isn’t mine.

I like to write in my journal. I bottle up my emotions and release them in my writing.

I hate the hot weather and I don’t like to sweat. It makes me feel icky.

I love it when it’s cold. Not just a little cold. Freezing cold.

So cold that you have to wear at least two sweaters. And even some gloves to top it off.

I’ve lost interest in talking on the phone.

But once I get my special someone, I will love the phone again.

Waiting for that one phone call. Waiting for that one heart beat skip when the phone rings.

Waiting for that second heart beat skip when its him on the other end.

I hate being single when everyone I know has a special someone.

I hate being accommodated for when making plans so I’m not the odd one out.

I love slumber parties, even though I’m 18 years old.

I love to talk online late at night while watching Jay Leno.

It’s exciting to hear my favorite band on the radio because I never know when to expect it.

I love the feeling of getting a much anticipated CD and then blasting it in the car just after opening it.

I like getting compliments from guys because that’s when you know they notice you.

I like finding excuses to talk to that special someone. Even if it’s just to say “bless you.”

I like it when that special someone eavesdrops on your conversation and surprises you by jumping right in.

I like those special school events that require you to dress up.

That means my special someone will be dressed up and look so darn cute!

I like it when you’re across the room and you notice your special someone looking at you, not knowing you can see them from behind your friend’s ear.

I like the feeling of lusting after that special someone, and that special someone having no idea.

I love the sound of my special someone’s voice, even if he’s talking to someone else.

And last of all, I think you should know…I love my special someone. I love him.

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