Missing being missed
I just got off the phone with Travis. The call was about... say... 5 minutes long. Whether he admits it or not, he's always busy now a days doing this and that. Soon he'll have a job and all of his friends will have left for college. Will he grow up... will he move on without me?
Think about it. While I'm in high school with all the rumors of cheating girlfriends, lying best friends, and silly old things like that, Travis will be working for his money. He'll be out there working hard with people who are older and more mature. Maybe he'll find someone his age who can actually connect with him.
Besides all of that stuff that terrifies me, he just doesn't seem to care anymore.
I call him at midnight after waiting hours to see if he'd actually be the one to call that night, and he picks up, laughing and talking to one of his friends. Once again, he can't talk.
OR.... He picks up, we talk for a little while (if you call long silences and the occasional question talking) and then I go to bed.
He used to call everyday on his way to school (by that time I was already in 3rd period) and leave a voicemail saying how much he loved me. This stopped around April.
I just... I get so insecure. He used to tell me he thought about me all the time, and now I feel like I'm the farthest thing from his mind. Which is completely devestating since I think about him alot during the day.... I wont lie, I think about him a little less than I used to, but I think it's only because I don't feel as loved anymore.
Maybe I'm being overky dramatic. I seem to do that alot, huh?
Meh.... Enough of that depressing stuff.
Travis called me back.
I really do love him.
<3
Katie
P.S.
I miss this.
EDIT:
P.P.S. I did make my journal Friends Only, but I decided that was stupid so.... All of my entries from the past are not back up as public but they will be in time.
P.P.P.S Travis asked me what was wrong, we talked about it and you want to know a secret?
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I love that kid more than anything. How can he be so perfect?
I'm still kinda sad... I mean, things will never be easy under the circumstances, but.. I'm lucky to have him.
God Bless.
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Think about it. While I'm in high school with all the rumors of cheating girlfriends, lying best friends, and silly old things like that, Travis will be working for his money. He'll be out there working hard with people who are older and more mature. Maybe he'll find someone his age who can actually connect with him.
Besides all of that stuff that terrifies me, he just doesn't seem to care anymore.
I call him at midnight after waiting hours to see if he'd actually be the one to call that night, and he picks up, laughing and talking to one of his friends. Once again, he can't talk.
OR.... He picks up, we talk for a little while (if you call long silences and the occasional question talking) and then I go to bed.
He used to call everyday on his way to school (by that time I was already in 3rd period) and leave a voicemail saying how much he loved me. This stopped around April.
I just... I get so insecure. He used to tell me he thought about me all the time, and now I feel like I'm the farthest thing from his mind. Which is completely devestating since I think about him alot during the day.... I wont lie, I think about him a little less than I used to, but I think it's only because I don't feel as loved anymore.
Maybe I'm being overky dramatic. I seem to do that alot, huh?
Meh.... Enough of that depressing stuff.
Travis called me back.
I really do love him.
<3
Katie
P.S.
I miss this.
EDIT:
P.P.S. I did make my journal Friends Only, but I decided that was stupid so.... All of my entries from the past are not back up as public but they will be in time.
P.P.P.S Travis asked me what was wrong, we talked about it and you want to know a secret?
...
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
I love that kid more than anything. How can he be so perfect?
I'm still kinda sad... I mean, things will never be easy under the circumstances, but.. I'm lucky to have him.
God Bless.
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