In My Head

A Story by Zach McCord

Just as confused as a fat man with a salad in front of him.

Love is a journey, love is fire, love is nutrient, love is fine wine, but more importantly love is a fragile flower opening to the warmth of spring. A lot of girls are heart broken. A lot of girls are treated crudely. Many guys don't understand how the feminine intellect works.

I myself haven't been able to figure it out. Its hard to understand, and you're just confused. I like to think of it as a chameleon in a bag of skittles. One minute you think you have it all figured out, next thing you know you've hurt the one you loved the most.

I was lucky enough to meet this magnificent, lovely, delicate, fascinating, hilarious and beautiful human being. I could go on and on about how great this person was. When I was with her and we held hands, I could of only imagined that's what it felt like when galaxies collided. She was perfect for me, we had so much in common it was bizarre. I fell for her. I fell for her hard. I was in Love. It was weird for me because I have never in my life felt those feelings before. I was never truly in love before, like I thought I was.

She was on my mind 86,400 seconds every day. Everything I did she was with me. Which makes no sense because she was 760 miles away, but it made perfect sense to me.

Know shes moved hundreds of miles away from me, and

I don't know what the future holds for us.

I think I disarrange the whole direction we were

headed

That's all in my head.