platonic... that ended in 1st grade.
Sunday... the fairytale continued.
D, D and I went to get M’s tattoo... during the 3 hour process, he handed me his keys and let me take his jeep. WHOA! His keys... to ME. That’s trust. So I drove the boys around. Then we went to his friend’s grad party… that wasn’t too bad. His ex was there and I stifled the intimidation well enough to play some game... Bacci maybe. We headed back towards Windsor and stopped by R’s grad party, mingled for a few, then bounced. Finally, we ended up at my house. We “chilled,” played vball in my yard, chased down my dog, talked… ordinary things… but doing ordinary things with the person whom you adore is orgasmic. The sun was beaming down on us and everything just felt so right… like, simple beauty.
Those are the good moments. When I can throw on a sports bra and shorts, and just play around… being carefree and childish, while feeling loved.. I wanna relive that day 10 times over.
Side note: I’m getting closer to K, the girl at work, but she’s way too innocent… if that’s even the word. I need to take her out and corrupt her.
It seems like this love thing is happening between M and I. NOOOO! FUCK! NO NO NO NO! DAMNIT.
“Remember when you told me you loved me last night?”
I reply, “Yeah…”
:::awkward silence:::
This ends when we go to school. The episode is over. The curtain is drawn. Shut up Keena. Why am I trying to be so tough… as always, when the time comes to let go… I’ll torture myself by holding on.
“You can’t rely on someone else to make you feel alive.” Jen, Dawson’s Creek
D, D and I went to get M’s tattoo... during the 3 hour process, he handed me his keys and let me take his jeep. WHOA! His keys... to ME. That’s trust. So I drove the boys around. Then we went to his friend’s grad party… that wasn’t too bad. His ex was there and I stifled the intimidation well enough to play some game... Bacci maybe. We headed back towards Windsor and stopped by R’s grad party, mingled for a few, then bounced. Finally, we ended up at my house. We “chilled,” played vball in my yard, chased down my dog, talked… ordinary things… but doing ordinary things with the person whom you adore is orgasmic. The sun was beaming down on us and everything just felt so right… like, simple beauty.
Those are the good moments. When I can throw on a sports bra and shorts, and just play around… being carefree and childish, while feeling loved.. I wanna relive that day 10 times over.
Side note: I’m getting closer to K, the girl at work, but she’s way too innocent… if that’s even the word. I need to take her out and corrupt her.
It seems like this love thing is happening between M and I. NOOOO! FUCK! NO NO NO NO! DAMNIT.
“Remember when you told me you loved me last night?”
I reply, “Yeah…”
:::awkward silence:::
This ends when we go to school. The episode is over. The curtain is drawn. Shut up Keena. Why am I trying to be so tough… as always, when the time comes to let go… I’ll torture myself by holding on.
“You can’t rely on someone else to make you feel alive.” Jen, Dawson’s Creek