January 2012
225 posts
something clicked in my head once.
i didn’t like to draw or read.
i liked to make up stories of my own. of people i’d already known.
i’d make them better. make the girls more ideal. make my friends be more caring.
but i noticed once.
this girl, she wasn’t as i wrote her to be.
she was better, and for that i fell in love with her.
of course you’re thinking...
this week i am …
eating pizza out (invite yourselves)
eating sushi.
ordering new toms.
when meeting the girl, you treat her, like something precious.
you don’t just go out and have your precious gem exposed to too much sunlight.
come on, inside weather conditions with a constant temperature.
call and contact each other on a daily basis.
don’t drink on the first date. duh.
make something. preferably spaghetti, you cannot go wrong there.
and lastly take care of...
some unjust faction, makes you want a counter partner.
may that just be to occupy time with or even be consumed by the social normalcy for you
to be consumed in some one else. Well I shall never know. The feeling is always fleeting.
Someone always leaves before there is anything to start
there is something about waiting up for a phone call,
to know you are missed at 2 am.
there is something about the bliss that a keeps you up all night just to talk to that one person.
and if they’re willing to not sleep, you’re really not up for it either.
you really can’t replace that kind of love.
because essentially you still miss the other person and in fact this
is...
People need to be more confident. Especially if a compliment is given take it and say sir you are right, I am smart. Its just that easy.
