Jul 13, 2012 11:07
Because I like to make shit difficult for myself, and right before I was going to do everything possible to not think of you, you invited me over and like the fool that I am, I went. And we sang together, and we laughed a lot, and we didn't look too long into each other's eyes. And we listened to the songs that reminded us of us and sang a little more. And we watched a movie about what we wish we could do, and then I slept on your couch so that I wouldn't have to drive all the way home since I had to come back to pick up this man that I will prob sleep with out of sheer need to feel something outside of you as you can't/won't be mine.
And now I have a a real pain in my chest from longing to be with you. It is real and palpable and it burns especially from knowing I am 20 minutes from your home. And to make matters even worse, I don't really care to see Jon. I am doing this to help me heal from you. And I hope that he turns out to be a schmuck so that I have an excuse to go home and maybe, just maybe see you again. You will be in Richmond, I will be in DC. Oh the irony.
This hurts so much.