Oct 20, 2008 14:48
I sometimes thing I wont ever stop remembering him. Some days I think that Im over it. But mostly, I would just like to forget we ever met, and forget that we ever meant anything to each other. He was not my long lost love, or my best friend, or a mentor, or anything that I ever needed to have in my life.
I was drawn to it.
I suppose he was dangerous, and rude, and a whole lot of things that I see in myself. But when my head was in his lap, and he told me he wanted me to "be his girl," I could only smile. I do miss that.
It makes me wonder if he ever got that black rug he was talking about, and if it covers up the bloody marry stain, from when I was drunk and kicked his over. Or if it might still be there, and he remembers too.
He is in a relationship, which is good for him I think. I told him once how I thought he would make a good father, because it was something I could see him doing eventually. He laughed at me, and took another drink, like he was trying to prove that he was too hardcore for children. I didn't believe it at all.
I am in a relationship too, and it is good for me. These are just things I remember sometimes. I cant decide if it would be better if I couldn't, or if I learned some sort of invaluable lesson.
Probably not. I'm just one of those soggy nostalgic's.