Things are a'changing. Always.
Here is college-land, things go so much differently. Here I am learning about my passions, my capabilities, myself more than anything. I just wish that I could make a particular person see that I'm worthy of sharing it.
He's a beautiful person, the one that I want in my life. His personality is the combination of all of those great guys you've known in your life, with the added horror of the one that sometimes he decides he couldn't care less about what you do. I guess I never realized this much about him. It scares me to know that I like him this much that I can just sit and write about it.
He's such a mix of good and bad:
-Him and I met when I ran into him (literally) playing hackey sack in the middle of a narrow hallways with one of my friends. later that night we shared a good bottle of beer on the couch in my other friend's room, introducing ourselves over Cake, Wilco, and Moe.
-Our musical tastes overlap, therefore he's always trying to get me to listen to more jam bands and classic music
-He's always studying with his mac book and a cup of coffee when I got to the lounge. He smiles at me and watches me cross the room.
- We were supposed to hang out over Christmas Break. He was busy and kept breaking plans, forgot about me, and seemed annoyed and distracted when I would call. So I stopped calling.
-We got back from break, hung out once, and basically broke up with me, even though we weren't dating. We didn't talk for weeks.
-When I finally got over it, I saw him a ton in my friend's room again and started talking, watching hockey games together, nothing too big.
-After we started hanging out Part 1, he started writing things down as much as I did. For his birthday, I got online and ordered Rhodia composition flip books- the ones made for architects, artists, and mathematicians. I taped a couple pictures on the front, wrapped it nicely, and gave it to him. It was genuine. He loved it and carries it around all the time.
-The other day, I invited him to a jazz jam session at a local cafe. He came, and loved it. He loved the music, the atmosphere, everything about it. We walked back to my dorm, sliding and having a snowball fight the entire way, tackling each other in the snow. We got back, hung out with some of our friends, I walked him out to go to bed. I kissed him goodnight, went to go to bed, got distracted, ended up getting drunker, then drunkenly texted him. He invited me to his dorm, (at 3 am) and we were up all night. His kiss and body language said more that his words did, even the morning, the afternoon, until 6 pm when I left his room the next day.
He's that guy. The one that I want more from. The guy that has communication skills as impeccable as my own, yet we're completely unable to talk about anything that's going on in our heads or between us. I'm lost. I've been having dreams of falling, being modestly out of control, and have been cleaning because hey, at least I can control that.
He's a beautiful person, the one that I want in my life. His personality is the combination of all of those great guys you've known in your life, with the added horror of the one that sometimes he decides he couldn't care less about what you do. I guess I never realized this much about him. It scares me to know that I like him this much that I can just sit and write about it.
He's such a mix of good and bad:
-Him and I met when I ran into him (literally) playing hackey sack in the middle of a narrow hallways with one of my friends. later that night we shared a good bottle of beer on the couch in my other friend's room, introducing ourselves over Cake, Wilco, and Moe.
-Our musical tastes overlap, therefore he's always trying to get me to listen to more jam bands and classic music
-He's always studying with his mac book and a cup of coffee when I got to the lounge. He smiles at me and watches me cross the room.
- We were supposed to hang out over Christmas Break. He was busy and kept breaking plans, forgot about me, and seemed annoyed and distracted when I would call. So I stopped calling.
-We got back from break, hung out once, and basically broke up with me, even though we weren't dating. We didn't talk for weeks.
-When I finally got over it, I saw him a ton in my friend's room again and started talking, watching hockey games together, nothing too big.
-After we started hanging out Part 1, he started writing things down as much as I did. For his birthday, I got online and ordered Rhodia composition flip books- the ones made for architects, artists, and mathematicians. I taped a couple pictures on the front, wrapped it nicely, and gave it to him. It was genuine. He loved it and carries it around all the time.
-The other day, I invited him to a jazz jam session at a local cafe. He came, and loved it. He loved the music, the atmosphere, everything about it. We walked back to my dorm, sliding and having a snowball fight the entire way, tackling each other in the snow. We got back, hung out with some of our friends, I walked him out to go to bed. I kissed him goodnight, went to go to bed, got distracted, ended up getting drunker, then drunkenly texted him. He invited me to his dorm, (at 3 am) and we were up all night. His kiss and body language said more that his words did, even the morning, the afternoon, until 6 pm when I left his room the next day.
He's that guy. The one that I want more from. The guy that has communication skills as impeccable as my own, yet we're completely unable to talk about anything that's going on in our heads or between us. I'm lost. I've been having dreams of falling, being modestly out of control, and have been cleaning because hey, at least I can control that.