Oh boy.
I want to write more. Maybe it will make my head hurt a little bit less..
I’m anxious to grow up already. I want to be independent and successful but as of right now, I’m going to school aimlessly hoping that things will fall together with little or no effort. I look through craigslist imagining myself living in those houses and driving that car, I just forget what happens in the middle to make that all happen. I just want to wake up one day in a big house. I don’t want to bother going through the hard work, I don’t want to pay my dues in order to be successful and rich. I want, I want, I want.Welcome to the land of McDonalds and instant gratification.
My love life. Oh my loveless life.
It feels like a shower in a shitty apartment complex. It changes from comfortably warm to burning hot and ice cold without notice. Just hearing his voice on the other end of that line is comforting to me, I daydream about us while he complains about work. I become completely oblivious of what comes out of his mouth as he goes on and on about his daily grind as the sound of his voice warms my heart. Just knowing that he’s there, he’s safe, that he’s mine and no one else’s. I have him to myself; I don’t have to share him with anyone else on the line. I think about when the next time I will be in his arms again and to feel his body against mine. To be able to rest my head on that comfortable spot near his shoulder, I’ll endure that hour of complaining just to feel that again. And just as he is on a roll of complaining about his eight hour day, as if he did not have enough to rant and rave about, he throws our relationship in the mix and in more words explains how we should not be together. When he starts to speak about our relationship, I come out of my daydream shattered.
I suppose that being accused of cheating should be considered flattering since the significant other strongly believes that you are capable of attracting the opposite sex and luring them into some mischief. In other words, that you still got it. But it bothers me that he would think that I would intentionally hurt someone that I care dearly about..
If he only knew I’ve thought about him everyday since the day I met him, that I can’t see myself with anyone else but him..
He’d probably think that I’m crazy and you know why? Because I am. I’m crazy about him.
I’m anxious to grow up already. I want to be independent and successful but as of right now, I’m going to school aimlessly hoping that things will fall together with little or no effort. I look through craigslist imagining myself living in those houses and driving that car, I just forget what happens in the middle to make that all happen. I just want to wake up one day in a big house. I don’t want to bother going through the hard work, I don’t want to pay my dues in order to be successful and rich. I want, I want, I want.Welcome to the land of McDonalds and instant gratification.
My love life. Oh my loveless life.
It feels like a shower in a shitty apartment complex. It changes from comfortably warm to burning hot and ice cold without notice. Just hearing his voice on the other end of that line is comforting to me, I daydream about us while he complains about work. I become completely oblivious of what comes out of his mouth as he goes on and on about his daily grind as the sound of his voice warms my heart. Just knowing that he’s there, he’s safe, that he’s mine and no one else’s. I have him to myself; I don’t have to share him with anyone else on the line. I think about when the next time I will be in his arms again and to feel his body against mine. To be able to rest my head on that comfortable spot near his shoulder, I’ll endure that hour of complaining just to feel that again. And just as he is on a roll of complaining about his eight hour day, as if he did not have enough to rant and rave about, he throws our relationship in the mix and in more words explains how we should not be together. When he starts to speak about our relationship, I come out of my daydream shattered.
I suppose that being accused of cheating should be considered flattering since the significant other strongly believes that you are capable of attracting the opposite sex and luring them into some mischief. In other words, that you still got it. But it bothers me that he would think that I would intentionally hurt someone that I care dearly about..
If he only knew I’ve thought about him everyday since the day I met him, that I can’t see myself with anyone else but him..
He’d probably think that I’m crazy and you know why? Because I am. I’m crazy about him.