Lesbians are outstandingly intuitive.
This lesbian that I know sensed my heartbreak. I had never said a word about it, but she seemed to know exactly what was going on. Blah blah blah there's this girl I was recently with that I still love blah blah blah.
I was also notified that there are many girls that like me.
So here I am at my stalemate of moving on or doing what I think is right. Moving on sounds good. But is it? And I will be filled with more angst if I find one of these mythical Girls That Like Me, fall in love with one of them, and then that special someone comes back.
Is this a speculation, yes.
Is this a possibility, it'd better be.
People tell me I'm completely wrong about the whole thing, but I don't think I am deluding myself. And although (believe it or not) even I, Philip Holland, am not safe from delusion, I believe that Mwic is feeling the same feelings I am but only suppressing them, which is what I feel I will be doing when I attempt to hook up with that girl whose name I do not know. Did you hear that? I'm going to do it.
Rereading, that sounds very trivial. Guess what, kids, it's not. It's the most overwhelmingly dilemmatic situation I have ever seen, and it plagues me. It's like pulling the plug on a dying loved one that you still think has a chance to live. And once you do it, you can neither take it back, nor can you see what the alternative would be had you not done so.
A lot of the times, Grandpa would have died anyway. But you never know.
She came up and hugged me today and said she had missed me for she had not seen me in three days. Plano East is a big place.
I use the pronoun "she" for I have no known antecedent. I will find out soon.
I have a strong connection with Laura the Lesbian. I value her. Too bad it is so fitting to put a capital "L" on lesbian when one writes her name.
She is my amigo.
I think I have about five.
...
I just tried to come up with an accurate count of all of my "amigos" (American friends are bullshit) and I found that almost all of my friends are amazingly... ...dispensable. Do I have any? I think so, they are in my heart, but am I in theirs? I have a couple or three people in mind. They know who they are.
My best friends aren't that great.
I was also notified that there are many girls that like me.
So here I am at my stalemate of moving on or doing what I think is right. Moving on sounds good. But is it? And I will be filled with more angst if I find one of these mythical Girls That Like Me, fall in love with one of them, and then that special someone comes back.
Is this a speculation, yes.
Is this a possibility, it'd better be.
People tell me I'm completely wrong about the whole thing, but I don't think I am deluding myself. And although (believe it or not) even I, Philip Holland, am not safe from delusion, I believe that Mwic is feeling the same feelings I am but only suppressing them, which is what I feel I will be doing when I attempt to hook up with that girl whose name I do not know. Did you hear that? I'm going to do it.
Rereading, that sounds very trivial. Guess what, kids, it's not. It's the most overwhelmingly dilemmatic situation I have ever seen, and it plagues me. It's like pulling the plug on a dying loved one that you still think has a chance to live. And once you do it, you can neither take it back, nor can you see what the alternative would be had you not done so.
A lot of the times, Grandpa would have died anyway. But you never know.
She came up and hugged me today and said she had missed me for she had not seen me in three days. Plano East is a big place.
I use the pronoun "she" for I have no known antecedent. I will find out soon.
I have a strong connection with Laura the Lesbian. I value her. Too bad it is so fitting to put a capital "L" on lesbian when one writes her name.
She is my amigo.
I think I have about five.
...
I just tried to come up with an accurate count of all of my "amigos" (American friends are bullshit) and I found that almost all of my friends are amazingly... ...dispensable. Do I have any? I think so, they are in my heart, but am I in theirs? I have a couple or three people in mind. They know who they are.
My best friends aren't that great.