I feel like you keep trying to touch me. Like rub my arm. Put your arm around my shoulder. Graze my knee. I’m not sure. I don’t think I know how to be friends with normal human beings.
- 2 weeks ago
I need to guard my heart
and so I’m going to sew these feelings into their respective pages and stuff them down because I can’t let them loose and let them take off with the wind. I can’t be pulled every which way by every emotion that grips me.
easier said than done.
I can’t stop thinking about you
- 2 weeks ago
You’re smart, arrogant sassy, blunt
and I want to kiss you
keep doing math like you do and you’ll find me at your door at 2 am
You drive me crazy
I can’t stop smiling and I can’t stop laughing
I want to be your friday night
And it hurts because I see so many fundamental things that are wrong with the idea of you and I,
I can’t go toward such a reckless path
But it sure looks fun.
- 1 month ago
I swore I knew you.
It was the longest week of my life waiting to meet you. I couldn’t sleep thenight before and I couldn’t stop smiling. Dancin’ in the shower and singing for heavens. What joy!
And it’s been the longest three days of my life after meeting you. My heart is cemented with disappointment.
The days seem longer now.
Because I still completely adore who I thought you were.
Completely. Take it back. Take me back. I am bewitched.
You were the best illusion I ever shattered.
I was consumed. My soul was on fire. I now stand in the rubble of charred remains. Too ashamed to speak out about it. Too broken to talk about how much of myself I threw into that fire. Too cold to tell my friends how I really feel about it. I just pretend to let it roll.
It broke my heart to see who you were.
I know I was scared. I was terrified. I thought I was happier single but I think the grass is always greener on the other side, I’m happier single with out the person you are. But now that the possibility of the person I thought you were has been ripped from my hands….
Maybe I’m just flaky.
But my goodness it wasn’t in my head. And I can see confusion pulsing from you and I swear I feel the cement crack and my blood is seeping through and overflowing at the thought of our fall out. And dang it, part of me wants to call you up right now because the disconnect that was there seems so impossible even in retrospect that I just want to drive all the way up to where you are and put my hand in yours where I was so sure it belonged three days ago. I want to tell you that if you want my heart it’s yours and that I know what binded us together was more than words.
I’m so sorry. I feel awful.
Too ashamed to talk about it.
Too scared to cry
I’m so sorry.
Summer can’t come fast enough.
It’s not just that you love star gazing, you love it for the same reasons I do.
It’s strange that I’ve never heard your voice but I swear I know your heart
68 hours left till I see you
I’m so excited
I hope I don’t come off as too affectionate.
This isn’t even infatuation. I don’t feel butterflies. Nothing. I just want to talk with you because you feel like an old friend who I haven’t seen in a long time.
or I’m not what you expected, I can deal with it but it will be very painful for me. Once you broke your heart open everything changed instantaneously.
This is going to either be the best thing that has ever happened to me or it will be one of the most awkward and painful things.
You told me to have faith.
And I’m not sure if that’s an appropriate notion to cling to but I know that from courage is at the core of risk and faith is at the core of courage.
So maybe you are indeed right. :)
MARRY ME. I don’t want to let you go.
Welcome to the longest 5 day wait of my life.