I love, love, love LOVE. I want to be in love again. When I am sad, I usually assume that you're the only option for future love, it's because you're the only option my brain has registered as the most recent, hopeful prospect.
I don't miss you in that dreadfully hopeless way anymore. I love simply knowing that you are well. When I see you, I still get nervous, I feel self-conscious, I try to impress you, which probably just makes me look and sound arrogant and stupid.
I can't deny that I still have some fondness for your boyish smile and your coy smirk. I will always love you, pie. However, I THINK i can love you in more than a boyfriend kind of way, even though that makes me kinda nervous. I want to learn from our past and move forward . . . whatever that is meant to be. I am comfortable with the CONCEPT that that can take any form including (gulp) a friendship. That concept would require user acceptance testing for repeatable, reliable functionality . . . but I might be open to it.
June 16, 2011
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