she.
i know it has been a long time since i've written anything here, and i have no unrealistic ideas about how many people read this. i'm saying what i have to say partially for me, and also for anyone who stumbles accross this so that possibly they can have an understanding of what i feel or what dreams may come.
this entry is dedicated to the most beautiful, sweet, fun, smart girl i've ever had the privilege to know and adore. her name is brittany, and to explain what the sound of her name means to me would be both an act of futility and theft of every sappy crappy love song ever written, those songs that we love and hate at the same time.
every time i'm with her i wonder what i did that was so great that i am so rewarded. i sense the tenderness of her hands or the softness of her skin or the warmth in her eyes....and there and then is all that matters in the whole world.
i sit in my dorm room all day and do my homework and read and study and many times i wonder why i do it. basically she is my reason to succeed in school and my reason to take a break from my work when it gets to be too much.
maybe she'll never know how much she means to me, or how she's proven to me that i was wrong about relationships; maybe i havnt told her that she is in my mind my first real girlfriend ever. she makes all of the other ones seem trivial and superficial.
i no longer have any idea where i am going with this. i guess its impossible to express pure emotion with black and white.
this entry is dedicated to the most beautiful, sweet, fun, smart girl i've ever had the privilege to know and adore. her name is brittany, and to explain what the sound of her name means to me would be both an act of futility and theft of every sappy crappy love song ever written, those songs that we love and hate at the same time.
every time i'm with her i wonder what i did that was so great that i am so rewarded. i sense the tenderness of her hands or the softness of her skin or the warmth in her eyes....and there and then is all that matters in the whole world.
i sit in my dorm room all day and do my homework and read and study and many times i wonder why i do it. basically she is my reason to succeed in school and my reason to take a break from my work when it gets to be too much.
maybe she'll never know how much she means to me, or how she's proven to me that i was wrong about relationships; maybe i havnt told her that she is in my mind my first real girlfriend ever. she makes all of the other ones seem trivial and superficial.
i no longer have any idea where i am going with this. i guess its impossible to express pure emotion with black and white.