I need some meaning I can memorize
It just kind of baffles me sometimes. How people just walk in out of each other's lives. Whether it's for a long period of time or for a weekend. Connections are so easily had and lost. I don't know how I feel about this. Having been with someone for so long and loving them so much, and then breaking up and moving on completely. It's just disheartening, but the reality of it is that they served their purpose and don't belong in our lives anymore. I don't really have a point to make, I'm just thinking out loud I guess.
I felt such a connection with Iowa, and have never felt that way about a complete stranger before. I'm so aloof and reserved with new guys, and I gave myself (physically) to him without hesitation or reservations. It surprised me completely. I don't feel anything at all when I think about him now, but I'm glad I had that weekend fling. It was fun, thrilling, satisfying, and and and that's all there was to it... even though I found myself hoping for more as the honey soaked words rolled off the tip of his tongue and I became infatuated with the sticky sweetness of possibilities. That's just the kind of silly girl that I am though. Completely naive and such a crusader for true love and romance. My mind wandered off and hope filled my heart only to be washed away by the harsh reality of cold silence.
I wasn't anything more to him than a warm body for the weekend he was in town. I allowed myself to mope and process the shock of my misreading of the situation. No, actually, I didn't misinterpret anything. I simply believed what he wanted me to believe. A lesson learned for sure.
I felt such a connection with Iowa, and have never felt that way about a complete stranger before. I'm so aloof and reserved with new guys, and I gave myself (physically) to him without hesitation or reservations. It surprised me completely. I don't feel anything at all when I think about him now, but I'm glad I had that weekend fling. It was fun, thrilling, satisfying, and and and that's all there was to it... even though I found myself hoping for more as the honey soaked words rolled off the tip of his tongue and I became infatuated with the sticky sweetness of possibilities. That's just the kind of silly girl that I am though. Completely naive and such a crusader for true love and romance. My mind wandered off and hope filled my heart only to be washed away by the harsh reality of cold silence.
I wasn't anything more to him than a warm body for the weekend he was in town. I allowed myself to mope and process the shock of my misreading of the situation. No, actually, I didn't misinterpret anything. I simply believed what he wanted me to believe. A lesson learned for sure.