i don't know if he realizes that the things he says to me make me insane and unable to sleep...i toss and turn thinking of being close to him and knowing i can't be because obviously, god HATES ME and the words he says never help...especially not last night. anyway.
went to perkins with adam last night at like 12:30. we actually got along. and i realized that i still very much care about him...which is odd, considering the fact that it's now been two and a half years since the day i met him, in the hallway after gym class one day my junior year.
there has to be some sort of invisible ties that connect us. we always come back to each other.
and we're always the same.
and he will always love me, for some reason i cannot fathom. in some way. maybe not quite the way in which most people think of love. not the greeting card, valentine's day, sex and romance kind.
something more cerebral than that.
yeah, i love him, in a way.
though really, it would be nice to find someone to love in the flowers and valentines and romance and sex and attached at the hip kind of way. someone that ISN'T TAKEN ::beats head on wall::
kill me.
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jezus christ, cliffie, wake the fuck up. i have GOT to talk to your ass.