February 2012
January 2012
I wish I had had more time to say all the things I wanted to.
Like how I’m going to miss you. The way you taste, the way you make me laugh, all of it.
I wish I could have actually said good-bye.
But I’m not afraid anymore. Because I know I’m coming back and I know you’ll be here when I do. All of you will be.
Last night.
And I do not want to spend it alone.
Say you’ll stay with me?
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher: i give up
me: measure in looooooooooove
teacher: out
me: seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
Terrible nightmare, my stomach is all in knots, and I feel terribly alone in bed right now. Sigh…I don’t want to spend my last night alone…
I have no idea what I’m feeling. Am I scared? Nervous? Anxious? Excited? Sad? I have no fucking clue. I just know butterflies are dancing to their own rhythm right now :/
