Feb 16, 2011 01:22
My heart is contracting. half happy half sad.
I got a love letter, a promise, a helpful hand. I am willing to stick by it, to try.
It's really insane how things have happened. One girl, one guy - one day meet each other, talk, the conversation flows so naturally, so flawlessly. It feels like it's how it's supposed to be. They talk, they don't kiss or hold hangs. They talk. About everything and nothing at the same time. Food? yes. Definitely food. Love? sometimes. But it isn't as often. Sex? just in that's what she said jokes - it's a relief.
She starts to miss him. He apparently does too. They sit right next to each other, missing each other, wishing the other knew. But they just talk.
I feel a little again. That just makes me happy. Before sadness or the feeling that things are gone- the nostalgia- has made me feel a little. Made me remember what it felt to feel. Now, for the first time in a while it's happy thoughts that make feel a little. Happy thoughts that make me feel like heartbreak is inevitable. Thoughts that now I smile, but what about later? In the end the future vanishes and I am here. Here with my smile.