Sep 26, 2005 01:49
so... yeah. the potential of moving on, the prospect of moving on, the fastly-approaching trainofdoomohmigodi'mgoingtodieeeeeee idea of moving on... eesh.
and yet, i'm strangely effervescent about it. i had a dream the other night in which i told michael the fuck off. it was amazing. he tried to kiss me in the dream, and i almost leaned in to kiss him... and then i stopped cold and pulled back, simultaneously pushing him away. he said something like "well that was random" or "that wasn't the reaction i anticipated" or something... and i proceeded to tell him how i didn't want to kiss someone who had all kinds of diseases crawling all over his lips, and how i had found someone so much more worthy of my time and efforts and whatnot, etc etc... just completely tore him a new one in the dream... and then the next day (yesterday), i let go of all of my verbal/symantical misgivings or hesitations, and just went with one of the scariest words i can think of (but not the scariest, nor will that one be given up anytime soon). and the response to my giving up the hesitation ghost, as it were, was simply
"thank you for trusting me."
:)
i normally get rather tired of gavin degraw, but i'm going to quote a bit here:
"this is the start of something good... don't you agree?"
*girly giggle*
marc,
dream,
michael,
boys