can you tell me who will still care;
eight years. eight. years. that's more than a third of my life. that's a long time.
after eight years of devotion. of loving them silly. and blind. of ups and downs and in betweens. all those years. and i finally met hanson.
it will take me pages and pages and pages of writing to work all of this out for myself. to trace it into some form of sense. to help myself understand.
but i met them. i stood there, right in front of them, and they saw me, and i shook their hands and smiled and forgot to say my name. i was kind of quiet, and they were kind of distant (but ever so polite), and some of it was (looking back) laugh out loud funny.
i am unchanged. but that's a good thing. because they were unchanged by it as well. and that would have been my biggest fear, realized. something earthshattering in my universe, something that never registered on their radar. i don't know if i could have handled that.
in the end, we went our ways. and they will forget me fast. and i have already lost so many of the smaller details of it. and that's okay.
because after eight years of SO MUCH. i finally got a handshake in return. and that felt good.
...oh. and everyone is right. taylor's head is ginormous. like, so much so that even though i was expecting it, i was still caught off guard. i wondered how his neck holds it up.
and tonight, during that concert, i had some of the filthiest thoughts i've had in a while. definitely the filthiest thoughts i've had about taylor in YEARS. holy god.
taylor hanson is so beautiful from the 9th row that it takes my breath away.
after eight years of devotion. of loving them silly. and blind. of ups and downs and in betweens. all those years. and i finally met hanson.
it will take me pages and pages and pages of writing to work all of this out for myself. to trace it into some form of sense. to help myself understand.
but i met them. i stood there, right in front of them, and they saw me, and i shook their hands and smiled and forgot to say my name. i was kind of quiet, and they were kind of distant (but ever so polite), and some of it was (looking back) laugh out loud funny.
i am unchanged. but that's a good thing. because they were unchanged by it as well. and that would have been my biggest fear, realized. something earthshattering in my universe, something that never registered on their radar. i don't know if i could have handled that.
in the end, we went our ways. and they will forget me fast. and i have already lost so many of the smaller details of it. and that's okay.
because after eight years of SO MUCH. i finally got a handshake in return. and that felt good.
...oh. and everyone is right. taylor's head is ginormous. like, so much so that even though i was expecting it, i was still caught off guard. i wondered how his neck holds it up.
and tonight, during that concert, i had some of the filthiest thoughts i've had in a while. definitely the filthiest thoughts i've had about taylor in YEARS. holy god.
taylor hanson is so beautiful from the 9th row that it takes my breath away.