Let go.
Last night I saw you and it was fine. Actually, it was beyond okay. I didn't feel anything but platonic between ourselves and it was really good. I'm glad, it's better this way.
I did, however, feel like such a loser last night trying to talk to someone else. Why can't I just be cute?
Yesterday was a very weird flow of events. Two of my good friends from high school got in a car accident outside of my house, literally in the middle of nowhere. The shriek of sirens and dogs quickly led me to the window, where the blue and red flashes blinded me with fear. My mother automatically figured my brother was dead, on his bike ride around the neighborhood, and quickly pulled me outside with her. As we got to the end of the drive, Kevin and Chris were standing out next to the wreckage, and they calmly reassured me everything was fine. It was quite weird.
I can't wait to see him again. Maybe next time will be better. I have hope.
I did, however, feel like such a loser last night trying to talk to someone else. Why can't I just be cute?
Yesterday was a very weird flow of events. Two of my good friends from high school got in a car accident outside of my house, literally in the middle of nowhere. The shriek of sirens and dogs quickly led me to the window, where the blue and red flashes blinded me with fear. My mother automatically figured my brother was dead, on his bike ride around the neighborhood, and quickly pulled me outside with her. As we got to the end of the drive, Kevin and Chris were standing out next to the wreckage, and they calmly reassured me everything was fine. It was quite weird.
I can't wait to see him again. Maybe next time will be better. I have hope.