I have two days left in Harrisburg. Do you even remember I'm leaving? Do you just not want to admit it?
I want you to come around...tell me how you feel. If you just said you love me back I'd drop everything for you. But if you're not gonna come around before I leave on Friday...you're out of the picture.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
August 18, 2010
Well, we're getting down to the last week before I leave for school.
We've made no progress...well no progress towards romantic relationship.
We can hangout just like old times now which I'm fine with. I don't think of you like I used to or as much as I used to. But you're still there in the back of my mind, calling my name.
I want to move on but I can't see myself with anyone else. I don't want anyone else. Maybe I should just let you go for now and you'll come back in my life when I need you.
I hope you realize what you missed out on when I'm gone.
We've made no progress...well no progress towards romantic relationship.
We can hangout just like old times now which I'm fine with. I don't think of you like I used to or as much as I used to. But you're still there in the back of my mind, calling my name.
I want to move on but I can't see myself with anyone else. I don't want anyone else. Maybe I should just let you go for now and you'll come back in my life when I need you.
I hope you realize what you missed out on when I'm gone.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
August 4, 2010
Every morning I wake up wanting to just go back to sleep. Never feeling like I got a good nights rest. Every night I sleep for a few hours. Get up. Feel wide awake. Stay up for half an hour. Then go back to sleep for a few more hours.
Lagging around all day, feeling okay and eventually feeling tired in the afternoon.
But by 'bedtime' I'm wide awake once again. And then the sadness and loneliness comes in to play. And so begins another night of going to bed late, roaming around on Tumblr, tweeting lyrics to love songs that make me think of you.
Ha, 'thinking of you'. I haven't done much of it lately. You pop into my mind every now and then throughout the day now because I care about you. You're a brother to me.
For some reason I'm moving on.
I'm moving on but I still can't see myself with anyone else. Hell, I don't WANT to be with anyone else. I know I still love you. Somewhere inside of me, I do. I know somewhere inside of you, you love me too. But now I realize that WE, we as in your personality and mine, could not withhold a relationship with me being in college and you being in your senior year.
For now I think it's what is best. But I still want to talk to you. We STILL haven't fucking talked about what we need to. I know as soon as I go to college, I'll be missing you so much. And maybe you too. But how would I know? You don't tell me anything.
Lagging around all day, feeling okay and eventually feeling tired in the afternoon.
But by 'bedtime' I'm wide awake once again. And then the sadness and loneliness comes in to play. And so begins another night of going to bed late, roaming around on Tumblr, tweeting lyrics to love songs that make me think of you.
Ha, 'thinking of you'. I haven't done much of it lately. You pop into my mind every now and then throughout the day now because I care about you. You're a brother to me.
For some reason I'm moving on.
I'm moving on but I still can't see myself with anyone else. Hell, I don't WANT to be with anyone else. I know I still love you. Somewhere inside of me, I do. I know somewhere inside of you, you love me too. But now I realize that WE, we as in your personality and mine, could not withhold a relationship with me being in college and you being in your senior year.
For now I think it's what is best. But I still want to talk to you. We STILL haven't fucking talked about what we need to. I know as soon as I go to college, I'll be missing you so much. And maybe you too. But how would I know? You don't tell me anything.
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