reunion.
So I just finished watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and between that and Twilight, I have realized--probably like a lot of women in this country--that I am a hopeless romantic. Isn't everyone? Maybe.
Last night, I saw Jeff again. It had been two weeks since we had least seen each other in person. Our intentions were gravitated towards the physical side of things, however, the conversation was inevitable. I like that about us.
What a sweet reminder of everything that had happened prior, to kiss his lips again... and again. To be held in his arms so tightly, feeling like he missed me too.
Of such things I can't be certain of course, but one can observe and hope. From my observations, I'd say that he's quite pleased with me, and I don't see why he'd give up on me like so many of the others had. I hope that these assumptions are correct.
It was hard to see/let him leave me.
I always thought i was a shallow person, attracted to only the finest looking men. It turns out, it's the face and behavior that counts in my book; he has both. I learn new things about myself everyday, and anyone that helps in this must be quite special, especially if they don't know they are doing it.
He is special, I'm just afraid to say or even try to begin how special he is. I don't want to let my mind go there. As far as I know, he could meet the love of his life tomorrow, and let me go just like that. For my own sake, I must hold back my feelings. They are much too powerful if I let them free.
I will say this, I felt alive again for the first time since one of the darkest days of my young life: June 28, 2008. And not just on the outside with a smile on my face as my lips caressed his once again, but throughout i felt my heart smile a hopeful smile too. It was easy to breathe again.
That's all I can say or think for now. It's unhealthy for me to go on about it. How i wish i could though.
This life is so empty without love. Not that i don't love my parents, but its more of an appreciation than a love i'd say. I was never that attached to anyone of them since my trust with them was broken at such a young age. I live here, and while many long to see their families, i can say that my friends are enough to keep me going. I go back to see them for them, not for me.
I learned that about myself within a week of leaving them, when my first-ever roommate would cry because her parents--who lived two hours away as opposed to mine who lived 6 hours away--weren't there with her. It didn't sadden me, and I knew why.
Anyhow, all I can say now that i am a bit older, a bit wiser, is that... good things truly are worth the wait and i have my whole life to wait for that one who completes my life in the best way possible. I also know he's out there, waiting for me too.
Last night, I saw Jeff again. It had been two weeks since we had least seen each other in person. Our intentions were gravitated towards the physical side of things, however, the conversation was inevitable. I like that about us.
What a sweet reminder of everything that had happened prior, to kiss his lips again... and again. To be held in his arms so tightly, feeling like he missed me too.
Of such things I can't be certain of course, but one can observe and hope. From my observations, I'd say that he's quite pleased with me, and I don't see why he'd give up on me like so many of the others had. I hope that these assumptions are correct.
It was hard to see/let him leave me.
I always thought i was a shallow person, attracted to only the finest looking men. It turns out, it's the face and behavior that counts in my book; he has both. I learn new things about myself everyday, and anyone that helps in this must be quite special, especially if they don't know they are doing it.
He is special, I'm just afraid to say or even try to begin how special he is. I don't want to let my mind go there. As far as I know, he could meet the love of his life tomorrow, and let me go just like that. For my own sake, I must hold back my feelings. They are much too powerful if I let them free.
I will say this, I felt alive again for the first time since one of the darkest days of my young life: June 28, 2008. And not just on the outside with a smile on my face as my lips caressed his once again, but throughout i felt my heart smile a hopeful smile too. It was easy to breathe again.
That's all I can say or think for now. It's unhealthy for me to go on about it. How i wish i could though.
This life is so empty without love. Not that i don't love my parents, but its more of an appreciation than a love i'd say. I was never that attached to anyone of them since my trust with them was broken at such a young age. I live here, and while many long to see their families, i can say that my friends are enough to keep me going. I go back to see them for them, not for me.
I learned that about myself within a week of leaving them, when my first-ever roommate would cry because her parents--who lived two hours away as opposed to mine who lived 6 hours away--weren't there with her. It didn't sadden me, and I knew why.
Anyhow, all I can say now that i am a bit older, a bit wiser, is that... good things truly are worth the wait and i have my whole life to wait for that one who completes my life in the best way possible. I also know he's out there, waiting for me too.