Midnight is approaching....
This is the time during the summer that I would call Leo or just had been dropped off by him. I really miss him, like I cannot describe how much my heart hurts with him away. I would normally want to gush about how many hours I've cried over him being away or how I carved his leeters into my leg. But I just really miss him. My greif of him being away from me for so long is just beyond tears. I guess since we had a long distance relationship for almost a year and a half, that it doesn't hurt quite as much.
Leo and I spent a lot of time together before he went away this time. I think in that whole month, we didn't see eachother for 2 days in total. He just makes me smile in a way that some of my other friends can't. And I don't think its all about kissing and hand holding, but he knows me on such a level, a level that I don't even dare to venture to on my own. He's been involved in my hardest of times, and was always there to hold my hand as I cried myself to sleep.
Its funny, how deep we are sometimes. This one time, we where at his semi-formal in Vermont. And it was weird being all dressed up at this place where no one knew who the fuck I was (other than by stories), and Leo only seemed to know a couple people. I was having a very awkward time, but I didn't want to tell Leo how much I would rather go back to his house, watch a movie and fall asleep together. We both had a nice time, I met some interesting people, and we went home and got drunk with his cousin. A couple weeks later, as we developed the pictures from that night, I confessed my feelings about that night, and as it turned out Leo felt exactly the same way! He even wanted to go home and just chill just like I described.
God, I want him back. It has almost been a week. I just don't know what to do with myself. I keep reaching for my cell like I'm going to call him, but I can't. I look at phone after work and see he hasn't called and it hurts, the house phone rings and its not him. That hurts too. I sit there in the afternoon like, "hmmm what am I going to do today? Well, I know one think I can't do...and that would be hang with Leo!" I gotta stop bring myself down like this, I don'think its all that healthy.
Okay, that was my novel. Bye.
Leo and I spent a lot of time together before he went away this time. I think in that whole month, we didn't see eachother for 2 days in total. He just makes me smile in a way that some of my other friends can't. And I don't think its all about kissing and hand holding, but he knows me on such a level, a level that I don't even dare to venture to on my own. He's been involved in my hardest of times, and was always there to hold my hand as I cried myself to sleep.
Its funny, how deep we are sometimes. This one time, we where at his semi-formal in Vermont. And it was weird being all dressed up at this place where no one knew who the fuck I was (other than by stories), and Leo only seemed to know a couple people. I was having a very awkward time, but I didn't want to tell Leo how much I would rather go back to his house, watch a movie and fall asleep together. We both had a nice time, I met some interesting people, and we went home and got drunk with his cousin. A couple weeks later, as we developed the pictures from that night, I confessed my feelings about that night, and as it turned out Leo felt exactly the same way! He even wanted to go home and just chill just like I described.
God, I want him back. It has almost been a week. I just don't know what to do with myself. I keep reaching for my cell like I'm going to call him, but I can't. I look at phone after work and see he hasn't called and it hurts, the house phone rings and its not him. That hurts too. I sit there in the afternoon like, "hmmm what am I going to do today? Well, I know one think I can't do...and that would be hang with Leo!" I gotta stop bring myself down like this, I don'think its all that healthy.
Okay, that was my novel. Bye.