<< | 2002-09-04 @ 2:37 a.m. | >>
i've wanted, but not today

I fell in love with love from afar, and now that it's within reach, I am terrified. It's nothing emotional; it just makes sense. He's perfect, and he loves me for being imperfect, and that makes him perfect for me. But I still want passion .... And butterflies!

And a friend that I love but not in that way is substituting distance for honesty, and it hurts.

And someone I like likes a boy that I could dig. She claimed him first, so I took the distant approach. He's angered by my seeming insincerity, she's angered by his disinterest, and is projecting that onto me.

And why is it that one can spend months without romantic validation or emotional reassurance and then wake up to a plethora of circumstances entailing the opposite? Does fate not understand that hunger hurts, but so does gluttony?

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