He's gone.
I know I haven't written in awhile. I haven't necessarily been busy. Just around. Mostly with him. Went out with friends a few times. But now he's gone and I wish I didn't care.
They told me not to get too attached. I should have listened. But it was so hard. He was just... him. He's the closest to perfect I've come across. I guess I'm just all attached to him because he is the first guy to seem perfect.
Maybe I'm afraid that since he's gone he'll forget about me. Why am I saying maybe? I'm already sure he's going to forget about me. But then there's a little feeling inside I have that he's not like that. But guys are all the same right?
I really like him though. I mean a lot. I like all the stupid jokes he makes. I like when he makes that stupid face at me. I love it when he gives me that look, then one where he raises his right eye brow. I like when he talks in that retarded voice. I get butterflies in my stomach when he holds my hand. I love the feeling of my head on his chest. I love his sexy arms and his bright green eyes.
But I'm young now. No guy could be this perfect. He's my friend. Nothing more as of now. Although this summer we totally acted like we were going out. All the random kisses he gave me. All the times we'd just cuddle on the couch. All the times we did that other "thing".
I can get over it though. He'll be back in December and we'll see if I feel the same way. I'm sure I will, I don't know about him though.
They told me not to get too attached. I should have listened. But it was so hard. He was just... him. He's the closest to perfect I've come across. I guess I'm just all attached to him because he is the first guy to seem perfect.
Maybe I'm afraid that since he's gone he'll forget about me. Why am I saying maybe? I'm already sure he's going to forget about me. But then there's a little feeling inside I have that he's not like that. But guys are all the same right?
I really like him though. I mean a lot. I like all the stupid jokes he makes. I like when he makes that stupid face at me. I love it when he gives me that look, then one where he raises his right eye brow. I like when he talks in that retarded voice. I get butterflies in my stomach when he holds my hand. I love the feeling of my head on his chest. I love his sexy arms and his bright green eyes.
But I'm young now. No guy could be this perfect. He's my friend. Nothing more as of now. Although this summer we totally acted like we were going out. All the random kisses he gave me. All the times we'd just cuddle on the couch. All the times we did that other "thing".
I can get over it though. He'll be back in December and we'll see if I feel the same way. I'm sure I will, I don't know about him though.