Yeah that was a joke...right?
My life doesn't make sense at all. But for some reason thats ok...Yeah there is something wrong with me. I don't know what is going on half the time. One minute it's like this, then the next it's like, "What the crap?" So 90% of the time I'm confused, but I love that precious 10% that lingers through the day.
It's been a week a half, but it feels like months when I think about it. The only time I've even thought of him was last night, but i pushed it all away before it could get ahold of me and strangle me to death. It's over...for now or forever, niether one of us will know until time tells us. I'm happy, really happy. Mainly because of That One, but i love the way it is. That One is just so...him and that's great. No worries. I'm not going to beat myself up over this anymore. I decided that last night after i got off the phone with him. Well i was pissed that my face was flushed and burned until i went to sleep. Yeah, that needs to stop ASAP.
If i could go back in time to the first day of class and tell Five Months Ago Heather that all this was going to happened, she would have punched me and called me crazy. Then fainted, because hello that would be the Twilight Zone. But now that i think back to that first day of class I can remember That One staring at me and my first thought was, "Wow he has gorgeous eyes...and i think i know him." And he kept staring at me for two weeks...I think he still stares at me sometimes now. It's just so different. I love it! I love it in this weird, freaky, is-this-really-my-life-now? kind of way. But it is my life now.
So when i wake up tomorrow it'll be another That Day...I like that.