"I don't know what the hell he's so afarid of."
HIM: "Allie, does he wear eyeliner to concerts?"
ME: "..no"
HIM: "can you really imagine him sitting with you in a field of wildflowers the whole entire day without talking?"
ME: "yes."
HIM: "are you lying?"
ME: "...yes...but, then again no, he would."
HIM: "would he get bored?"
ME: "yes."
HIM: "can you imagine yourself surfing the coast with him?"
ME: "no."
HIM: "would he spend six hours in the water with you waiting for the perfect wave?"
ME: "i don't know."
HIM: "no."
ME: "you don't know him"
HIM: "he wouldn't"
ME: "I guess not.."
HIM: "Allie, then fuck it. I don't know what the fuck your worrying about anyways."
he's right, worrying is a waste of time. So is wallowing.
It's strange and amazing the things you can talk about sometimes on dark nights. And the things you realize and accept with the help of friends, I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends. Ah, life.
<3
ME: "..no"
HIM: "can you really imagine him sitting with you in a field of wildflowers the whole entire day without talking?"
ME: "yes."
HIM: "are you lying?"
ME: "...yes...but, then again no, he would."
HIM: "would he get bored?"
ME: "yes."
HIM: "can you imagine yourself surfing the coast with him?"
ME: "no."
HIM: "would he spend six hours in the water with you waiting for the perfect wave?"
ME: "i don't know."
HIM: "no."
ME: "you don't know him"
HIM: "he wouldn't"
ME: "I guess not.."
HIM: "Allie, then fuck it. I don't know what the fuck your worrying about anyways."
he's right, worrying is a waste of time. So is wallowing.
It's strange and amazing the things you can talk about sometimes on dark nights. And the things you realize and accept with the help of friends, I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends. Ah, life.
<3