me:
guess what!
boy:
O_O
Bleh?
me:
ITS MY BIRTHDAY!
boy:
Are you sure?
I thought it was in May
me:
yes i am sure
100%
boy:
If you say so
At any rate, happy birthday
me:
today is the day that i was pushed out of my mom vagina
and thanks
boy:
Well…today with a few anniversaries in between
Otherwise that would be creepy
me:
lol
yes it would be
girl:
i like you
boy:
really? i had no idea
i like you too
i might even love you
girl:
you know i do.
boy:
yes i do
girl:
your all red and im blue now.
boy:
yay! let’s play capture the flag
getting very sleepy
girl:
god i wish i could touch you.
and you just looked really creepy
boy:
i wish i could run my fingers through your hair
and sorry about that
girl:
what?
boy:
just thinking about how unbelievably beautiful you are
girl:
go to bed.
boy:
this couch is my bed
but i take your point
and i think i’ll do that
good night.
girl:
goodnight.
boy: …it’s just strange. It feels like being dumped all over again, and at the same time like I felt the first
night I spent with her…
me:
i know exactly what you are talking about.
and you dont sound like an idiot
there are people in my past who i still have feelings for.
and sometimes seeing them and talking to them hurt.
and sometimes im a dumbass and and sleep with them because i am lonely
fully well knowing that an actual relationship between us would never work out.
i want and need things that they can give.
at the time it feels right.
like it used to be…. easy….. simple…..warm
but the next morning it hurts.
at the time i loved them….and still do.
i think that if you truly love someone
(as long as they dont do anything harmful to you)
you will always love them. that love might change.
but it is still present.
boy:
I think that’s more or less my dilemma
me:
here is two of my fave quotes on the subject
love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does.
love is a battle
love is a war
love is growing up – james baldwin
….and….
boy :
I have to kill it, and say that I’ve never liked Baldwin……
…sorry…
me:
meh
i have another
cuando el amor no es locura, no es amor. – pedro calderon de la barca
when love is not madness, it is not love.
boy:
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
me:
*ndos*
**nods**
