There is a lump in my throat that will not go away. My lips quiver and my eyes tear as I think of a life without her in it. She needs to spend this pivotal time working on herself. I understand that. If I cannot let her go now, she will resent me for it. But it still fucking hurts. I think of the spaces between my fingers that will not be filled. The words that make us swoon that will go unsaid. The silences that will not be interrupted with whispers and laughs. Freedom feels very lonely.
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I honestly don’t know what it is. My mind is constantly trying to find ways to impress her. Sometimes an idea will cross my mind and I fall in love with it. This one act, one sentence, one gesture will make all the others that preceded it look commonplace. If this were a movie, this would be the climactic moment that the viewer and the girl realize just how much he cares for her. I imagine her response, I imagine that feeling of pride that comes from doing exactly what you set out to do. Until eventually, I convince myself that there is no way I can’t give it a try. So I fumble to set it up and impatiently put my plan into action. And right when the deed is done, when the text is sent, when the words are spoken, I realize how ridiculously idiotic my plan was. As I sit, awaiting her response, I wish I could undo it. I wish I hadn’t been so impatient. And the response takes forever. And each time, I vow to never do something so stupid again. And yet, it keeps happening, and will continue to happen. I’m not trying to say I’m happy I do these things that I regret, but hey, I never said I wasn’t crazy.
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Californication
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…Embarrassed to say I loved this movie.
I imagine this is how she feels to be in a relationship. It’s a shame, really.
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Real road called the Scenic Drive
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We went camping around the Sleeping Bear Dunes a couple weeks ago.
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