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Jesus, I miss John.
I hate all the ups and downs, but I just it all to work. One month and two days until we're supposed to see one another again. I don't want to wait.but what's the alternative? Stress because he's living in what he calls the Broomfield Ghetto and says it's nowhere he wants to take me. but god do I miss him - especially since we left everything on such a good note. I love him so much; this relationship (or whatever it is at this point) is just painful. But when all the apologies are done and we're at peace again, all I feel like doing is spending the rest of my life with him.
I miss him. I hope so much that he misses me. He's coming to the house tomorrow to help my father with something; I hope I accidentally see him. I hate the waiting. When we see one another, at least, he'll have his own Timber Ridge apartment.
Jesus, I'm love sick. It's all I can do not to tweet him right now something about how I just want to be with him.
Also, my friendship with Trevor is not one I'd have if I were dating John, so it makes me increasingly uncomfortable. When John and I are back together, I'll back way up from Trevor and John what I'm doing; I know John's personality isn't to care that much about these things, but I'd be so uncomfortable if John had a friendship like mine with Trevor, with some straight girl. The whole idea of it actually sends me into an obsessive anxiety spiral.
I hate all the ups and downs, but I just it all to work. One month and two days until we're supposed to see one another again. I don't want to wait.but what's the alternative? Stress because he's living in what he calls the Broomfield Ghetto and says it's nowhere he wants to take me. but god do I miss him - especially since we left everything on such a good note. I love him so much; this relationship (or whatever it is at this point) is just painful. But when all the apologies are done and we're at peace again, all I feel like doing is spending the rest of my life with him.
I miss him. I hope so much that he misses me. He's coming to the house tomorrow to help my father with something; I hope I accidentally see him. I hate the waiting. When we see one another, at least, he'll have his own Timber Ridge apartment.
Jesus, I'm love sick. It's all I can do not to tweet him right now something about how I just want to be with him.
Also, my friendship with Trevor is not one I'd have if I were dating John, so it makes me increasingly uncomfortable. When John and I are back together, I'll back way up from Trevor and John what I'm doing; I know John's personality isn't to care that much about these things, but I'd be so uncomfortable if John had a friendship like mine with Trevor, with some straight girl. The whole idea of it actually sends me into an obsessive anxiety spiral.