I always get this.. feeling every time I see him—and I can never describe it. It’s like I feel elated, happy, and ecstatic as well as excited, breathless, and awed. Absolutely head-over-heels. I could write a million other words that I can use to try to describe this feeling but it wouldn’t be enough.
Every time he sends me a text message, I look at it and smile because of the name I have him as on my phone.
Every time he calls I don’t pick up at the first ring because I’m too busy looking at the caller id picture I chose for him.
And then I go back to the letters he has written for me. Or the little notes on my iPhone where I list out all the nicknames I have for him—I still remember every single reason as to why we came up with them. Spider-butt. Bahahah. GT’s.
I remember the two whole months I had with him in the winter. I have to be honest, living with me is quite painful but for some reason, my dearest survived living with intolerable, insufferable, high-maintenance, neurotic me.
While living at his house, he taught me how to cook scrambled egg (my first cooking lesson ever!) and even taught me how to boil water to make noodles (I haven’t done this yet, but I will someday!).
Teehee~ I could go on for days but.. I think I will stop for tonight. (:
Yes, yes, I know this has been a very mushy, gushy, feel that warm fuzzy feeling good post, but hey, I’m in a happy place, a happy mood, and an even happier everything.
“Pain is the feeling. Suffering is the effect the pain inflicts. If one can endure pain, one can live without suffering. If one can withstand pain, one can withstand anything. If one can learn to control pain, one can learn to control oneself.”—James Frey (My Friend Leonard)
I really get irritated when people hit me up saying “ Let’s kick it! I miss you. ” or what the fuck ever in that matter. Then when you make plans with them you see them gettin all excited and shit, and when it comes down with it, they flake. I mean it’s coo if shit comes up but if you wanna act all brand new as if you never knew and i’m over here building my plans around your ass then at least be more considerate to tell me. Tell me YOU can’t make it, don’t wait for me to ask or hit you with a text, like ” so tonight? ” & you come up with some sorry ass shit ” no sorry, got family blah blah.. ” Not saying that it can’t be true. But still.
Some bullshit. No common courtesy at all. Thank God I didn’t make no serious plans.