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One more week of school. Can't fucking wait!!
So yeah tonight I went to get my key. Took long enough right? Well I was ok. I think the part that hurts, that really hurt me, and this pain lingers like a ghost still was that I was a big part of his life, fuck we spent everyday together, but I really never was in his life. It's really not the same. Let me explain: draw a circle, draw a section (part) of that circle, let's say 1/25th of it. Take it out. Easy huh? Now draw another circle. Scribble in it, all over the place, even if you make small marks to cover 1/25 of it. Take it out. Not so easy huh. Get my point?
So lemme go on about the reason why I no longer have anything to say on here. I love waking up to someone holding me and kissing my back then turning around and staring into these transcendent green eyes for minutes that seem like hours and they are actually staring back at me. I love having someone telling me thank you for the littlest things that I do, things that I want to do. I love having someone ravish in the little quirks of mine. I love having someone put me straight without making me feel small. I love watching someone tucking Twinkie into bed like she was an actual baby. I love being with someone who has the best aspect of life, who can appreciate the little things, laugh at the stupidest things, ignore the stupidest things, and enjoy the smallest things. I love being with someone who cares about me, my feelings, and my thoughts. I love not having to say and hear I love you and its just known.
This is why that hurt isn't alive in me anymore.
So yeah tonight I went to get my key. Took long enough right? Well I was ok. I think the part that hurts, that really hurt me, and this pain lingers like a ghost still was that I was a big part of his life, fuck we spent everyday together, but I really never was in his life. It's really not the same. Let me explain: draw a circle, draw a section (part) of that circle, let's say 1/25th of it. Take it out. Easy huh? Now draw another circle. Scribble in it, all over the place, even if you make small marks to cover 1/25 of it. Take it out. Not so easy huh. Get my point?
So lemme go on about the reason why I no longer have anything to say on here. I love waking up to someone holding me and kissing my back then turning around and staring into these transcendent green eyes for minutes that seem like hours and they are actually staring back at me. I love having someone telling me thank you for the littlest things that I do, things that I want to do. I love having someone ravish in the little quirks of mine. I love having someone put me straight without making me feel small. I love watching someone tucking Twinkie into bed like she was an actual baby. I love being with someone who has the best aspect of life, who can appreciate the little things, laugh at the stupidest things, ignore the stupidest things, and enjoy the smallest things. I love being with someone who cares about me, my feelings, and my thoughts. I love not having to say and hear I love you and its just known.
This is why that hurt isn't alive in me anymore.