So I'm Tyler (or Ty), and I am the strangest contradiction you will ever meet...until you break the surface.
I'm a volunteer EMT working on making a career. Trying to get my act together in school. I once was a musician. I once rode motocross. And at times I think I can write poetry. My hero is Robin Hood. And I'm 22. Think that's all the random facts...but don't be afraid to ask.
I'm the guy who will always try his best. His best to be kind, his best to be fair, and his best to be caring. And I am always willing to welcome new faces into my life. I give everyone a chance, don't ruin it. I am overprotective of those I love; because they mean the world to me. And I live by the words "Honor. Chivalry. Pride"; if you care to know more about my code I am always grateful for the chance to explain to honest ears.
I guess that's really about it. My ask is always open and messages are always appreciated.
*** And a special note to my followers who are going through a tough time, are victim of a disorder, or just want to talk; please message me. I don't give advice. I never will because it goes against what I believe. But I will always share the lessons I've learned if you ask. And if you don't want them, but want someone to talk at/with, I'm all eyes and ears. You have my word.
…all you think about is her. You think about all those times you stayed up later than her so you could say goodnight, and still woke up super early the next morning just so you could leave her a text to wake up to. You think about how no matter what you did, everything from sitting in a lecture to working on a car, she occupied all your thoughts. You’d ponder whether or not you could make her smile. You’d wonder what it’d feel like to be able to hold her close; as your hands long to hold hers. Someone would say her name and you’d get that stupid half smirk as you try to hide it, and all you’d be able to think was “that girl is so beyond incredible…”.
That moment when you see something you know she loves, and all you want to do is tell her about it. You know you’ll probably bore her since you don’t really know much about the subject, but you’re praying you can get a smile out of her anyways. You flirt back and forth, and you never cease to smile as her name runs across your phone screen. Reading it makes your heart skip beats. She’s even on your mind at work. As you constantly hope that by some miracle she’ll come in and see you. When you do all you can to try to see her…
…no matter the difficulties you may face. Because talking to her frees you. Because talking to her gets you high. Because talking to her is more than just talking; it’s connecting, releasing, caring, playing, and wanting. All because talking to her is what gets you through the day. But situations change, with every oncoming sunrise. And you begin to notice as she fades away. You’ll try to keep her, and maybe beg her to stay. Hoping only to avoid that lonely fate. But finding yourself here means only that you’ve found that moment. That undefinable moment. But have you found it too late?
I suppose I’ll never know.