novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- one day we'll all find someone who understands our weird metaphors you won't always want to be alone. you'll meet someone where things come easily, where you just get along with no awkwardness, where your senses of humor match up, i know. you just didn't love this one. and he loved you. usually it's the other way around. i've never dated anyone who seemed to care about me so much. to fawn over me. to tell me how beautiful he thought i was during all the right moments. (he is oddly disarming, and when he said it then i even believed him) you like attention. yes, but i also value what you said earlier. he and i don't even make sense as good friends! you can't have love without friendship. it's like trying to snorkel without a mask and fins. it's like sleeping on the floor with no blankets. it's like matt dylan now (versus matt dylan in the 1970s movie over the edge, where things obviously clicked for him career-wise). you're trying to make bad jokes to cover up how crappy this all makes you feel. stop it. no. i'll never stop. 12:06 am - 07.22.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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