bitter... sweet... sweeter
sometimes he gets quiet.
and sometimes it gets me thinking.
i know him so well, and yet i bank on the fact that he should know me too.
insecurities, paranoia, all that shit that he warns me are unnecessary manifest themselves, and i'm stuck.
why?
because the truth is,
i need for him to be okay, for me to be okay!
transferable energy you are quite the devil.
i hear an ounce of sadness in his voice or witness a slight change in his step,
and i'm done...
raincloud propped over my head like a bad cartoon.
so on our way home lastnight he stopped talking.
i had a big day today and got upset.
I'M A JERK!
for the first time in a loooooongtime, i went to bed without hearing him say goodnight.
i woke up, phone on my pillow,
checked call display and realized that he had called and i had slept right thru it!
I'M SUCH A BIG JERK!
checked my e-mail...
he had written me.
made it all better with one letter,
i teared as i replied.
my day was better already!
i'm at a window that i can't see out of, i don't long for the world outside, i just want you to draw the blinds, so i can see in!
got to the subway station and felt for some breakfast...
*note to self, get a coffee at starbucks when you get downtown
...
then out of nowhere,
my bf pops out with a bottle of water and a croissant!
*melts
barely any words were exchanged...
merely smiles that went from ear to ear,
and relief from both sides, yet again, we proved to ourselves...
WE will always be okay!
to anyone out there who wants to make their significant other feel like a million bucks;
go buy them some breakfast and surprise them with it.
oh how sweet it is.
...
indigo meeting...
kill bill 2 watching...
swiss chalet eating...
*friday nights with baby just get better and better*
...
i am addicted to your scent.
i am amazed by your depth.
your hand fits perfectly in mine.
and watching you sleep on the subway home,
makes me realize, just how much...
I AM COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY inLIKE with you.
and sometimes it gets me thinking.
i know him so well, and yet i bank on the fact that he should know me too.
insecurities, paranoia, all that shit that he warns me are unnecessary manifest themselves, and i'm stuck.
why?
because the truth is,
i need for him to be okay, for me to be okay!
transferable energy you are quite the devil.
i hear an ounce of sadness in his voice or witness a slight change in his step,
and i'm done...
raincloud propped over my head like a bad cartoon.
so on our way home lastnight he stopped talking.
i had a big day today and got upset.
I'M A JERK!
for the first time in a loooooongtime, i went to bed without hearing him say goodnight.
i woke up, phone on my pillow,
checked call display and realized that he had called and i had slept right thru it!
I'M SUCH A BIG JERK!
checked my e-mail...
he had written me.
made it all better with one letter,
i teared as i replied.
my day was better already!
i'm at a window that i can't see out of, i don't long for the world outside, i just want you to draw the blinds, so i can see in!
got to the subway station and felt for some breakfast...
*note to self, get a coffee at starbucks when you get downtown
...
then out of nowhere,
my bf pops out with a bottle of water and a croissant!
*melts
barely any words were exchanged...
merely smiles that went from ear to ear,
and relief from both sides, yet again, we proved to ourselves...
WE will always be okay!
to anyone out there who wants to make their significant other feel like a million bucks;
go buy them some breakfast and surprise them with it.
oh how sweet it is.
...
indigo meeting...
kill bill 2 watching...
swiss chalet eating...
*friday nights with baby just get better and better*
...
i am addicted to your scent.
i am amazed by your depth.
your hand fits perfectly in mine.
and watching you sleep on the subway home,
makes me realize, just how much...
I AM COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY inLIKE with you.