forget everything else.
did i mention i moved to a new school? yeah well, i'm officially a new student at Cypress High. we actually have lockers there, unlike my previous schools, so that's cool. everyone's nice i guess. different, in a way i can't really explain. but they're nice. i met Danielle, like on the first day. she's my only good friend there so far. and we meet up at Starbucks everday after school since it's nearby and we just catch up with each other.
i miss everyone, of course. and on Oct. 1st i dedicated that day to travel and whatnot. so i ditched the whole day, took the bus back to my city, spent the morning at Downtown Disney, then snuck in Loara, my old school, during luch to see my old friends again. it was nice.
and ohmygod, around like, 3 weeks ago, i went with my best friend and her family to a baseball game at a park. her dad's in the one of the teams so we were there to watch and keep score. then i see someone lookin strangely super fucking familiar walking across the field as the other team started to arrive. it was Josh. i swear to god i stopped breathing at the sight of him. the whole thing was really random. i mean, he was always the football player type and seeing him there playing baseball to pass a Sunday, was just...really weird.
he recognized me, just when we started to leave. and we did that whole 'lock eyes' thing again that we've always been doing for the past year. we watched each other as we got in our cars. he drove a Mustang now, blue steel gray. it suited him. and that was that. in my mind i cherished the whole scene carefully, wholly, if it was the last time we ever saw each other again.
and just, the weeks following after that, the dreams started up. all over again. i dreamt of him almost every night. i see him once, after four months of forgetting about him, and now there he is. stuck in my mind again. in my dreams, he kissed me. on the forehead, neck, behind the ear, on the lips. how the fuck was i supposed to feel after waking up? i dreamt of happiness, you guys. pure love. i hate that this sounds incredibly cheesy right now, but i'm just so nostalgic these days. thinking of the past, every moment i had with him in art class last year.
where is he. why isn't he looking for me. i'm sick of waiting, but that's the thing i need to do most right now. i'm too lost, stuck in limbo, between the past, present, and future. i've lost focus.
i miss everyone, of course. and on Oct. 1st i dedicated that day to travel and whatnot. so i ditched the whole day, took the bus back to my city, spent the morning at Downtown Disney, then snuck in Loara, my old school, during luch to see my old friends again. it was nice.
and ohmygod, around like, 3 weeks ago, i went with my best friend and her family to a baseball game at a park. her dad's in the one of the teams so we were there to watch and keep score. then i see someone lookin strangely super fucking familiar walking across the field as the other team started to arrive. it was Josh. i swear to god i stopped breathing at the sight of him. the whole thing was really random. i mean, he was always the football player type and seeing him there playing baseball to pass a Sunday, was just...really weird.
he recognized me, just when we started to leave. and we did that whole 'lock eyes' thing again that we've always been doing for the past year. we watched each other as we got in our cars. he drove a Mustang now, blue steel gray. it suited him. and that was that. in my mind i cherished the whole scene carefully, wholly, if it was the last time we ever saw each other again.
and just, the weeks following after that, the dreams started up. all over again. i dreamt of him almost every night. i see him once, after four months of forgetting about him, and now there he is. stuck in my mind again. in my dreams, he kissed me. on the forehead, neck, behind the ear, on the lips. how the fuck was i supposed to feel after waking up? i dreamt of happiness, you guys. pure love. i hate that this sounds incredibly cheesy right now, but i'm just so nostalgic these days. thinking of the past, every moment i had with him in art class last year.
where is he. why isn't he looking for me. i'm sick of waiting, but that's the thing i need to do most right now. i'm too lost, stuck in limbo, between the past, present, and future. i've lost focus.