I wish you were a stranger I could disengage.
Taylor woke me up this morning.
I wish I could say that in a different context other than the one it belongs to.
Not for the physical part.
He called me this morning around 8:45 am (normally, I would have hung up on anyone who dared to call me that early...but, then again, this is the guy who's been tormenting me for about three months now.) asking me if Tall Up was really dead.
Me: Huh?
Apparently, someone told our president that no one liked being in the troupe, and that everyone wanted out. This, of course, was not true. There are about five or six people who don't want to see our beloved improv troupe come to an end so early in the game. But, nonetheless, this caused an emotional breakdown in our president, who then murdered Tall Up.
I called her about it, and resurrected said troupe, and all was well. Sort of.
So, we had practice today as planned at the president's house. It was her, Taylor, Amy, and yours truly. We had fun, Taylor gave me a book on ghost hunting, a conversation concerning "The Mothman Prophecies", and a hug, and then I left.
I'm quite sure no one saw me crying as I walked home. Yes, I know how emo that last sentence was. Point, laugh, go about your business.
I'm not sure how long I can go along with this "just friends" business. Every time I see him, there is a direct thought process that I go through. It usually starts with "Breathe, Christina, breathe!", and ends with "What did I do to make myself so repulsive to him?"
I can't help but blame myself for his complete and total lack of romantic interest in me. It must have been something I've done, or the way I look, or SOMETHING I can fix to make him feel about me the same way I feel about him.
It just seems like it'd be so RIGHT if we started something. It's hard to explain, and I'd feel ridiculous listing off all the wonderful traits we have in common, but it just feels RIGHT.
Maybe it's because it doesn't seem right that I can have such intense feelings for him, and have him just feel nothing for me, at all.
What sort of sick, twisted consequence of the universe is this?
I wish I could say that in a different context other than the one it belongs to.
Not for the physical part.
He called me this morning around 8:45 am (normally, I would have hung up on anyone who dared to call me that early...but, then again, this is the guy who's been tormenting me for about three months now.) asking me if Tall Up was really dead.
Me: Huh?
Apparently, someone told our president that no one liked being in the troupe, and that everyone wanted out. This, of course, was not true. There are about five or six people who don't want to see our beloved improv troupe come to an end so early in the game. But, nonetheless, this caused an emotional breakdown in our president, who then murdered Tall Up.
I called her about it, and resurrected said troupe, and all was well. Sort of.
So, we had practice today as planned at the president's house. It was her, Taylor, Amy, and yours truly. We had fun, Taylor gave me a book on ghost hunting, a conversation concerning "The Mothman Prophecies", and a hug, and then I left.
I'm quite sure no one saw me crying as I walked home. Yes, I know how emo that last sentence was. Point, laugh, go about your business.
I'm not sure how long I can go along with this "just friends" business. Every time I see him, there is a direct thought process that I go through. It usually starts with "Breathe, Christina, breathe!", and ends with "What did I do to make myself so repulsive to him?"
I can't help but blame myself for his complete and total lack of romantic interest in me. It must have been something I've done, or the way I look, or SOMETHING I can fix to make him feel about me the same way I feel about him.
It just seems like it'd be so RIGHT if we started something. It's hard to explain, and I'd feel ridiculous listing off all the wonderful traits we have in common, but it just feels RIGHT.
Maybe it's because it doesn't seem right that I can have such intense feelings for him, and have him just feel nothing for me, at all.
What sort of sick, twisted consequence of the universe is this?