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sup, livejournalists?
so, mat and i are "on a break" because of the distance[approx. 500 miles, two months(time is also a distance)].
i'm going to talk about the day i fell in love with him.
we were at the arboretum, after a short jaunt in the woods behind u of i where we had to jump a fence, and he promised not to look up my skirt (i think he did anyway). i had just returned from portland, had been cooped up in the car for too long, and had gotten maybe three hours of sleep at emily's apartment. i was wearing an orange v-neck tshirt and a really, really amazing skirt i'd found at redlight. he was wearing one of his white striped button downs with the sleeves rolled up. it was one or two p.m., the sun was just right, setting the perfect temperature and causing every color and object to seem lit from within. there was a breeze hitting my legs. i actually felt pretty. his eyes were amazing. and the way he looked at me nearly broke my heart, it was so beautiful. we turned and started walking down a gravel drive, and the trees shaded us, and he looked at me as if he wanted to kiss me, but he didn't, and i didn't say anything. we kept walking and he told me about his favorite scarf from when he was a child, and how he'd lost it somehow. i realized then that i wanted to recreate the scarf for him(i bought the yarn earlier this week, it's going to look amazing) and i wanted to walk there with him once snow had fallen in moscow. i knew that i could love him.
i know how stupid all of that sounds, but i mean all of it. if i were more articulate, or less drunk, i would be able to say it better.
i told myself i'd never hurt over someone again. but i'm letting it happen again. c'est la vie?
so, mat and i are "on a break" because of the distance[approx. 500 miles, two months(time is also a distance)].
i'm going to talk about the day i fell in love with him.
we were at the arboretum, after a short jaunt in the woods behind u of i where we had to jump a fence, and he promised not to look up my skirt (i think he did anyway). i had just returned from portland, had been cooped up in the car for too long, and had gotten maybe three hours of sleep at emily's apartment. i was wearing an orange v-neck tshirt and a really, really amazing skirt i'd found at redlight. he was wearing one of his white striped button downs with the sleeves rolled up. it was one or two p.m., the sun was just right, setting the perfect temperature and causing every color and object to seem lit from within. there was a breeze hitting my legs. i actually felt pretty. his eyes were amazing. and the way he looked at me nearly broke my heart, it was so beautiful. we turned and started walking down a gravel drive, and the trees shaded us, and he looked at me as if he wanted to kiss me, but he didn't, and i didn't say anything. we kept walking and he told me about his favorite scarf from when he was a child, and how he'd lost it somehow. i realized then that i wanted to recreate the scarf for him(i bought the yarn earlier this week, it's going to look amazing) and i wanted to walk there with him once snow had fallen in moscow. i knew that i could love him.
i know how stupid all of that sounds, but i mean all of it. if i were more articulate, or less drunk, i would be able to say it better.
i told myself i'd never hurt over someone again. but i'm letting it happen again. c'est la vie?