So I have reached this point of trusting my happiness to a person. I know this can’t be very healthy (being the pessimist that I am) but like an advice I’ve given to another friend, I gotta take a “leap of faith.”
Drat. I feel like I’m in a frakking daze. Geez with barely 2 hours of sleep. coffee~!!!! -____-
“My own determination not to let this one get too close- no matter how nice or fun he was- because it wouldn’t last. It never lasted. The tug at her nerves once things started to slip. The sidelong looks, the downward pull of the mouth. The hope that maybe she was wrong. That maybe if she was good enough, if she tried hard enough, this one wouldn’t leave.But they all did.”
If I could always make myself more into the moment, more into the conversation, more focused, it’s just that my brain’s too far adrift.
You greet me the earliest time you could upon waking up.
This made my morning.
But still, I’ll save something for myself.
I now try to not regret my decision of choosing you over him.
I won’t. I still and do and have faith in you so I won’t.
I think I’ll just recount the endless hours you chose to spend talking with me.
