Cliche and I don't give a fuck.
"You require a lot of patience"
What?
Excuse me? I can't believe you said that. It doesn't seem like a big deal if you think about it, but for some reason, I am so pissed and hurt right now. Everything that comes out of my mouth seems to make you roll your eyes lately. Please don't do that, it makes me feel stupid. I'm not stupid, I'm just not like you. And thank god for that. Fucking screwed up, unemotional, cold, introverted, judgemental, unfeeling piece of shit.
Ok, I don't mean that, but sometimes it's hard not to think it.
Must. Let. Go.
This is unhealthy.
I thought I was doing ok, I thought I was just being myself, not caring what you thought, thinking if it was meant to be, it would happen.
But I can't help but get all emotionally involved and tongue tied and pissy. I hear every word you say and take everything personally, even if it has nothing to do with me. I DO care what you think, a lot, but I'm scared to know what it is. Sometimes, you're amazing, you make me smile and laugh and I think that I've done it, I've broken your hard shell. But, at times like tonight, I feel like I'm back at the beginning when we first met, I saw this lanky tall guy with a huge head walk in the door at the pizza party and thought "Who the hell is this weirdo?!" You were so cold, so quiet, so foreign to me. I remember when you first laughed, we all do actually, because it was about a whole week before we heard it. I saw you in a completely different light. I saw that there was life in you, something you're good at hiding.
Now, it's stupid youtube videos, astrology, politics, whispering during class, piggyback rides, dinner dates, wal-mart adventures, wine, movie nights alone, drinking from each other's glass, eating each other's food, inside jokes, knowing glances, sex talk, massaging necks, knowing what the other wants.
How come every single employee here has asked if we're a couple?
How come everyone assumes you're crazy about me?
How come we can make each other laugh so easily?
How come when I eat alone someone is bound to ask "Where's your man?"
How come I feel completely comfortable telling you things I've never told anyone else?
How come you shut yourself in your room for hours on end refusing to answer your phone even when you know it's me?
How come you get mad everytime I make a comment about something physical, material, factual?
How come you don't listen when I say no?
How come you sometimes tell others something I've told you in confidence?
How come I've dedicated an entire entry to you?
What a complicated, insane, intelligent, out there, quirky, quiet, loud, annoying, funny, giggly, comforting, observant, ridiculous human being you are.
Never have I ever met someone so weird, had to learn how to deal with on an every day basis and enjoyed a person as much as you.
Crazy? I think so. About you? Unfortunately.
What?
Excuse me? I can't believe you said that. It doesn't seem like a big deal if you think about it, but for some reason, I am so pissed and hurt right now. Everything that comes out of my mouth seems to make you roll your eyes lately. Please don't do that, it makes me feel stupid. I'm not stupid, I'm just not like you. And thank god for that. Fucking screwed up, unemotional, cold, introverted, judgemental, unfeeling piece of shit.
Ok, I don't mean that, but sometimes it's hard not to think it.
Must. Let. Go.
This is unhealthy.
I thought I was doing ok, I thought I was just being myself, not caring what you thought, thinking if it was meant to be, it would happen.
But I can't help but get all emotionally involved and tongue tied and pissy. I hear every word you say and take everything personally, even if it has nothing to do with me. I DO care what you think, a lot, but I'm scared to know what it is. Sometimes, you're amazing, you make me smile and laugh and I think that I've done it, I've broken your hard shell. But, at times like tonight, I feel like I'm back at the beginning when we first met, I saw this lanky tall guy with a huge head walk in the door at the pizza party and thought "Who the hell is this weirdo?!" You were so cold, so quiet, so foreign to me. I remember when you first laughed, we all do actually, because it was about a whole week before we heard it. I saw you in a completely different light. I saw that there was life in you, something you're good at hiding.
Now, it's stupid youtube videos, astrology, politics, whispering during class, piggyback rides, dinner dates, wal-mart adventures, wine, movie nights alone, drinking from each other's glass, eating each other's food, inside jokes, knowing glances, sex talk, massaging necks, knowing what the other wants.
How come every single employee here has asked if we're a couple?
How come everyone assumes you're crazy about me?
How come we can make each other laugh so easily?
How come when I eat alone someone is bound to ask "Where's your man?"
How come I feel completely comfortable telling you things I've never told anyone else?
How come you shut yourself in your room for hours on end refusing to answer your phone even when you know it's me?
How come you get mad everytime I make a comment about something physical, material, factual?
How come you don't listen when I say no?
How come you sometimes tell others something I've told you in confidence?
How come I've dedicated an entire entry to you?
What a complicated, insane, intelligent, out there, quirky, quiet, loud, annoying, funny, giggly, comforting, observant, ridiculous human being you are.
Never have I ever met someone so weird, had to learn how to deal with on an every day basis and enjoyed a person as much as you.
Crazy? I think so. About you? Unfortunately.