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I've never seen a shooting star. Ever.
One night it was just the perfect weather outside. It was warm, with a nice breeze and not a cloud in the sky. In the middle of the night Joe came and got me out of bed. He took me out to a field to watch the stars and look for a shooting one. I remember the fireflies lighting up our ankles as we walked and making zig-zag lines in the sky above us.
I was just staring at the stars; I love stars and never see more than a handful at a time because I live too near a city. He just held me from behind and helped me search the skies. Out of nowhere he just spun me around and started dancing with me under all those stars.
I never saw my shooting star.
But it didn't really matter- the look in his eyes was more beautiful than any star in the heavens.
Nobody thinks of Joe that way, which is why nobody understands how much this hurts. They know a sarcastic, anti-social, almost "creepy" person. Somebody who is not approachable, who doesn't talk much at all, if you can even find him. That's the Joe they know.
The Joe I know is still sarcastic, but he's also smart, and funny. He likes to read, and he's really good at riddles and Minesweeper. He's great at Biology and History; he likes watching movies and eating lemon meringue pie. He loves animals, and he's a lot more athletic than people ever give him credit for. He's incredibly thoughtful, and he can always make a person smile when he wants to. He has a very sweet side, and he can be so caring. He has a great sense of humor, and can find a funny side to the worst situations. He gives excellent hugs.
So when I'm upset about Joe being cold and distant, people say "That's how Joe is." That may be how Joe seems to them... but to me it's like getting punched in the stomach, then falling backward into ice water. That is not the person I know. That is not the person I love. Where did he go?
If you see him, let him know I miss him, I love him, and I hope to hear from him soon.
I guess I just wanted some proof that I'm not crazy for sitting around 3 months waiting to hear "I missed you."
I've never seen a shooting star. Ever.
One night it was just the perfect weather outside. It was warm, with a nice breeze and not a cloud in the sky. In the middle of the night Joe came and got me out of bed. He took me out to a field to watch the stars and look for a shooting one. I remember the fireflies lighting up our ankles as we walked and making zig-zag lines in the sky above us.
I was just staring at the stars; I love stars and never see more than a handful at a time because I live too near a city. He just held me from behind and helped me search the skies. Out of nowhere he just spun me around and started dancing with me under all those stars.
I never saw my shooting star.
But it didn't really matter- the look in his eyes was more beautiful than any star in the heavens.
Nobody thinks of Joe that way, which is why nobody understands how much this hurts. They know a sarcastic, anti-social, almost "creepy" person. Somebody who is not approachable, who doesn't talk much at all, if you can even find him. That's the Joe they know.
The Joe I know is still sarcastic, but he's also smart, and funny. He likes to read, and he's really good at riddles and Minesweeper. He's great at Biology and History; he likes watching movies and eating lemon meringue pie. He loves animals, and he's a lot more athletic than people ever give him credit for. He's incredibly thoughtful, and he can always make a person smile when he wants to. He has a very sweet side, and he can be so caring. He has a great sense of humor, and can find a funny side to the worst situations. He gives excellent hugs.
So when I'm upset about Joe being cold and distant, people say "That's how Joe is." That may be how Joe seems to them... but to me it's like getting punched in the stomach, then falling backward into ice water. That is not the person I know. That is not the person I love. Where did he go?
If you see him, let him know I miss him, I love him, and I hope to hear from him soon.
I guess I just wanted some proof that I'm not crazy for sitting around 3 months waiting to hear "I missed you."