It has been so hard for me to get something down I am just going to write it all out before this song ends. It was in my head a minute ago. Perhaps it was, serendipity? Is that the right word? i don't know. please replace if it is incorrect.
Basically, here's the deal. I love 8. I am certain. I love him enough to say that I can accept the fact that I can't be with him. He told me yet again that he can't have a relationship with me. He said he thinks I am brilliant and beautiful, but that he is too fucked up to let me have a relationship with him. Fine. Ok. I get the picture. Perhaps I am not "in" love with him, but I love him, in that I want him to have everything he wants and be happy when he walks down the street eats a bagel sees a funny picture or bird. That's pretty much standard for everyone I know.
So where does that leave me. Sad angry hurt. Or cleansed. Happy.
Mostly out of time.
2 comments:
omg....its been so long that i have to ask, "who is number 8?" what is going on here? just point me in the direction of the correct blog. Hugs! candy
maybe not out of time?
maybe just the wrong time.
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