I'm made of atoms, and you're made of atoms
I tried to imagine what Alan's voice sounded like last night. I time-traveled back to a time when I slept under a desk with a black and white picture of my boyfriend taped onto my cement wall. I slept with pandas and had a friend named Steven Steven. Alan and I talked every night on the phone for hours. He didn't make me feel insecure or embarrassed. He never even got on my nerves. We just giggled about bands and video games and liking each other. He was just a really good boyfriend.
When I think about the fact that I'll probably never talk to Alan again, I usually get really depressed and hate myself. But today was different. I was looking at pictures on Facebook (in a completely not-creepy way, come on guys)* of Alan and Trisha together. After the split second of feeling like I was going to throw up, I took a deep breath and reveled in the fact that Alan is happy. Knowing he has found someone who can be the girlfriend he deserves gives me the happiest feeling.
In other news, I have a cool boyfriend too...
*I realize saying this doesn't make it any less creepy. But I tried!
When I think about the fact that I'll probably never talk to Alan again, I usually get really depressed and hate myself. But today was different. I was looking at pictures on Facebook (in a completely not-creepy way, come on guys)* of Alan and Trisha together. After the split second of feeling like I was going to throw up, I took a deep breath and reveled in the fact that Alan is happy. Knowing he has found someone who can be the girlfriend he deserves gives me the happiest feeling.
In other news, I have a cool boyfriend too...
*I realize saying this doesn't make it any less creepy. But I tried!