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baby,
after you showed me some of the things she'd said to you on aim yesterday, i was a little upset. but i've changed my mind... it's hard to stay angry with someone who is completely inebriated, and has been crying for well over 2 hours.
she woke me up this afternoon, because she couldn't sleep, and insisted on reading me a paper that she'd written while i was sleeping. it was titled, "a boyfriend, a panacea?" although i woke up incredibly aggravated and so tired that it was painful, i began to genuinely feel sorry for her. especially one part that she wrote...
"...how nice would that be, to have someone stay over for the night, and wake up to? someone that you really care about, and aren't sick of. someone that i'm proud to say, "this one is MINE," and not just settle for something that just comes my way. how amazing would that be, to have someone that will stroke my hair before i go to bed, complimenting me as i drift off and my lids get heavy? i want that special someone that i can hold hands with in public, and i can look at and smile, because they just make me so happy..."
she then went on to clarify that she had always associated the word "boyfriend" with the kind of relationship that cath and sam have. when same comes over, they spend practically the whole weekend in bed, leaving the room only to eat. it's obvious that he's here for her, and he doesn't share himself or his time with her friends or acquaintances... his time with cath that valuable.
but then, she stopped. up to this point, i had agreed with her. cath and sam are, undoubtedly, together. she began to explain that she was jealous of ME. she said that she didn't care so much about the actual title... all that mattered to her was the comfort of being with someone. and now i feel incredibly selfish for having that, and taking it for granted. everything she listed in her idea of what a boyfriend is... of what having one means... those are all things that i already have with you, and i love it. but i probably don't appreciate it as much as i should.
you make me forget what it's like to be alone.
-monkey
after you showed me some of the things she'd said to you on aim yesterday, i was a little upset. but i've changed my mind... it's hard to stay angry with someone who is completely inebriated, and has been crying for well over 2 hours.
she woke me up this afternoon, because she couldn't sleep, and insisted on reading me a paper that she'd written while i was sleeping. it was titled, "a boyfriend, a panacea?" although i woke up incredibly aggravated and so tired that it was painful, i began to genuinely feel sorry for her. especially one part that she wrote...
"...how nice would that be, to have someone stay over for the night, and wake up to? someone that you really care about, and aren't sick of. someone that i'm proud to say, "this one is MINE," and not just settle for something that just comes my way. how amazing would that be, to have someone that will stroke my hair before i go to bed, complimenting me as i drift off and my lids get heavy? i want that special someone that i can hold hands with in public, and i can look at and smile, because they just make me so happy..."
she then went on to clarify that she had always associated the word "boyfriend" with the kind of relationship that cath and sam have. when same comes over, they spend practically the whole weekend in bed, leaving the room only to eat. it's obvious that he's here for her, and he doesn't share himself or his time with her friends or acquaintances... his time with cath that valuable.
but then, she stopped. up to this point, i had agreed with her. cath and sam are, undoubtedly, together. she began to explain that she was jealous of ME. she said that she didn't care so much about the actual title... all that mattered to her was the comfort of being with someone. and now i feel incredibly selfish for having that, and taking it for granted. everything she listed in her idea of what a boyfriend is... of what having one means... those are all things that i already have with you, and i love it. but i probably don't appreciate it as much as i should.
you make me forget what it's like to be alone.
-monkey