Rendezvous
25 October 08 : 06.43 AM
(He melts me in ways boys usually can't. He told me that while at Urban Outfitters, he shopped at the ladies section and instinctively thought about how I'd love some of the stuff. In so many ways, he still thinks of me as his. When I heard that, I was thrown off course. Something as simple as that.
I think about the heap of boys who came and left. Those bi-monthly boys that came before and between the 2 boys who really left impact. Helme should have been a bi-monthly boy. A bi-monthly boy whose company I enjoy but couldn't care much about. Everyone thought that way too. People were actually surprised by how hurt I am over this. But I am. Every little thing about him affects me.
Someone says he can tell. It's in the way I write, in the way I talk. Someone else is the centre of my story now. He says he knows me well enough. There can't be two people in my heart. Somewhere along the line, someone else took the place.
Can't keep doing this to myself. Helme's right, he's right, he's right-- circumstances fucked it up. If there was a chance to make things all better, you know I'd take it. But now what? Things should mend.
Besides, being alone can be great.)