Its not often I talk about this stuff, but I need to get it out
Is it odd that I hardly miss him at all?? Almost a year of my life was put into his, on and off, and now we're on a "non-talking-status". Not because of a fight or any type of annoyance. You could call it, I suppose, an unspoken agreement not to have any communication. For what purpose, you may ask? Well, its what I like to refure to as "the distance obsticle".
Was the year I devoted, in the end, nothing at all? I really, truly hope not. Sometimes when I'm at school, in Meijer or walking to my car, something will cross one of my sences that will remind me of him. Its times like those when I know what we wrote on those scrap pieces of paper were real. The word started with an "L"; I think you get my drift. But there's something we never did, and that's verbaly say it; we would just write the letter "L" either in the air, via text message, e-mail and/or AIM. It sounds elementary, but it worked; we knew what eachother meant.
So now we're back to my initial question.. why don't I miss that?
Better yet: how did I let the only person who will ever accept me- the snowboarding, shaggy haird guitarist- slip away? Over and Over again I say how regrets are never an option in my life, but this, however, is one exception to that rule I am willing to make.
He's almost moved on to another girl- one who's closer to his college, and I'm stuck here, in Musekgon, being critized about my physical apperance.
Do I want him back?
*konfusion
Was the year I devoted, in the end, nothing at all? I really, truly hope not. Sometimes when I'm at school, in Meijer or walking to my car, something will cross one of my sences that will remind me of him. Its times like those when I know what we wrote on those scrap pieces of paper were real. The word started with an "L"; I think you get my drift. But there's something we never did, and that's verbaly say it; we would just write the letter "L" either in the air, via text message, e-mail and/or AIM. It sounds elementary, but it worked; we knew what eachother meant.
So now we're back to my initial question.. why don't I miss that?
Better yet: how did I let the only person who will ever accept me- the snowboarding, shaggy haird guitarist- slip away? Over and Over again I say how regrets are never an option in my life, but this, however, is one exception to that rule I am willing to make.
He's almost moved on to another girl- one who's closer to his college, and I'm stuck here, in Musekgon, being critized about my physical apperance.
Do I want him back?
*konfusion