Why in the world do I only get that way when it involves him? I'm sentimental, jaded, and clueless all at once. I'm completely mystified by the fact that he has this much influence over my emotions still. Things between us are all but dead and I would still throw myself in front of a bus to reconcile. It's terrifying really. I don't know what ( Read more... )

I thought about all the things I didn't like about you in hopes to make myself feel better. The list wasn't very long and it just made me feel guilty and worse. . . The list of things I miss about you was much longer ( Read more... )

Your presence sets my heart on fire
Your absence sets my eyes a flood

Summer in the city ( Read more... )

I'm fine. Baby, love me all the time.

I felt "it" today for the first time in a long while and I liked the way it felt. I felt loved and warm and missed. It was nice; so nice I went home and cried for the first time in a long while.

I remembered why I loved him.

I had a dream about you. You knocked on my door. I opened it and noticed you're hair was longer in some places and shorter in other, but it was blonder everywhere. You teeth were clinched and so were your fists. You looked angry and just when I thought you were going to strike me instead you gave me a hug; a fucking hug.

If that's what you call pulling away you're not very perceptive.

I do this everytime.