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when boys make me cry on the way to work,
all of the brake lights that are ahead of me leave a watery red design.
cry in a good way, of course. there was a little mix cd stuck to the mirror this morning. a heart drawn in sharpie made me smile as i pulled it down carefully and hopped into the shower to start my day. i resisted the temptation to pop it into the computer and see what was on it. i put it in as soon as i got into the car, and was hit by a emotional punch to the gut. jack johnson started singing, and it brought me back home.
You said this was all you had
And it's all I need
But blah blah blah
Because it fell apart and
I guess it's all you knew
And all I have
But now we have
Only confused hearts and
I guess all we have
Is really all we need
maybe we really do have confused hearts. i love him so much. i need to start watching what i say, i can get really mean and it's not intentional. i have to be careful because i know he's fragile, and i know i can be harsh. that can be a dangerous combination. i love him for who he is, and i don't want to make him any less sensitive. i fell in love with the boy who cries when he's drunk and sings me songs when i'm unhappy. the boy who writes me poems and sticks mix cd's on the bathroom mirror. he's the other half of my heart, and i can't imagine life without him.
(note: 1,000,000 points to whoever knows the opening line to this journal entry is in reference to)
all of the brake lights that are ahead of me leave a watery red design.
cry in a good way, of course. there was a little mix cd stuck to the mirror this morning. a heart drawn in sharpie made me smile as i pulled it down carefully and hopped into the shower to start my day. i resisted the temptation to pop it into the computer and see what was on it. i put it in as soon as i got into the car, and was hit by a emotional punch to the gut. jack johnson started singing, and it brought me back home.
You said this was all you had
And it's all I need
But blah blah blah
Because it fell apart and
I guess it's all you knew
And all I have
But now we have
Only confused hearts and
I guess all we have
Is really all we need
maybe we really do have confused hearts. i love him so much. i need to start watching what i say, i can get really mean and it's not intentional. i have to be careful because i know he's fragile, and i know i can be harsh. that can be a dangerous combination. i love him for who he is, and i don't want to make him any less sensitive. i fell in love with the boy who cries when he's drunk and sings me songs when i'm unhappy. the boy who writes me poems and sticks mix cd's on the bathroom mirror. he's the other half of my heart, and i can't imagine life without him.
(note: 1,000,000 points to whoever knows the opening line to this journal entry is in reference to)