why? He was horrible to you and continues to be. You are setting yourself up for torment. ...not that logic ever had a place in affairs of the heart...
"...not that logic ever had a place in affairs of the heart..."
That I can agree with but he's definately learned to appreciate me more. We've hung out every day since I've been back and he's being himself again. It becomes difficult for me because every glance from him, every touch gives me butterflies in my tummy still. *sigh* So, I tried to call the other day, see if you wanted to sit around and smoke for old times sake but you weren't home. *pout*
On the Waters of Oblivion...dearly_bereftJuly 18 2005, 17:28:31 UTC
Been awhile since I checked in on you... sounds like you're still pretty shaken over her.
Took me a little while, too, the first time. I don't have any remedies or sage advice for you, except... wallow in it. Wallow in it, revel in it, dance with it. But when you start to become it, fight that shit. Fight with every piece of willpower you can salvage and do not, do not let it consume you.
If my words are even worth a damn, that is. If not, then hey... at least I've broken the monotony of Fay being the only one to post replies, and even then shifting the subject to herself (no hard feelings, Fay -- I don't even know you).
Re: On the Waters of Oblivion...guppyiiiJuly 18 2005, 18:41:48 UTC
Your words are worth a damn. I remember you well and fondly.
As for consuming me, I'm done with that. My feet are set upon the path of self improvement with the goal of eventual enlightenment, though it may take me many lives still. I've improved, depression is but a memory, a long past bus station that I will not return to. I've got new eyes, my friend, and I see the world in different colors.
As for shaken, I'd more likely say "nudged," and in a gentler direction.
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Me too. Moreso with him than I've ever been.
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...not that logic ever had a place in affairs of the heart...
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That I can agree with but he's definately learned to appreciate me more. We've hung out every day since I've been back and he's being himself again. It becomes difficult for me because every glance from him, every touch gives me butterflies in my tummy still. *sigh* So, I tried to call the other day, see if you wanted to sit around and smoke for old times sake but you weren't home. *pout*
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Took me a little while, too, the first time. I don't have any remedies or sage advice for you, except... wallow in it. Wallow in it, revel in it, dance with it. But when you start to become it, fight that shit. Fight with every piece of willpower you can salvage and do not, do not let it consume you.
If my words are even worth a damn, that is. If not, then hey... at least I've broken the monotony of Fay being the only one to post replies, and even then shifting the subject to herself (no hard feelings, Fay -- I don't even know you).
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As for consuming me, I'm done with that. My feet are set upon the path of self improvement with the goal of eventual enlightenment, though it may take me many lives still.
I've improved, depression is but a memory, a long past bus station that I will not return to.
I've got new eyes, my friend, and I see the world in different colors.
As for shaken, I'd more likely say "nudged," and in a gentler direction.
Until we meet again, Peace.
-Guppy
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