Tuesday, December 8, 2009
One Time Too Many
OH NO. NO. NO. NO.
I promised myself I would never write about this, but myself is running off of 30 minutes of sleep today. I dozed off in all three of my classes today and a few times while I was trying to tutor. Bad, I know.
I saw you today. It's been awhile and even though I know it's just my sleep-deprived mind talking, you looked better than ever. You even wore a nice pair of pants.
Shut up, sleepyhead. Just go to sleep and forget that today really happened. Dreamland beckons, but I am miles from it again.
You, and you know who you are, you looked great.
I didn't like that you looked so nice.
I didn't like that your hug felt too warm.
And I really didn't like that you had this perfect 5 o'clock shadow thing happening and all I wanted to do was reach up and touch your face, but I know you would have gotten weirded out even if it is me and that's how I behave.
And I really, really didn't like that you didn't look at me once when I left, even though I was behaving obnoxiously loud and irritating.
Above all, I hate that you will never read this. You know it though. You'd get the white roses reference. I hope.
You always will.
I am running. I'll meet you halfway.
Love to you all,