And then there’s the let down
Had a shitty day. Couldn’t call you. Again. When is this gonna stop sucking??
amaaaaazing band, amaaaaazing song… perfect soundtrack for furiously tumbling in a coffee shop.
the one with the dance competition
when i asked you to come watch me dance, i never really thought you’d show, and i didn’t fully appreciate how great of you that was until i was a paying audience member for the first time years later— oh GOD was i annoyed at the cost to park, the cost to get in, the number of screaming little sequined girls swarming the place… and yet you didn’t mention any of it. you just showed up, patient and supportive. and not only did you stay and watch, but you went on a food run, you hung out with us at the hotel, and everybody loved you - probably because you were WONDERFUL. thank god we had that extra ticket to the party on the pier that night, though most of it is a blur. i DO remember standing in front of THE ride and being just as adamant about NOT going on that terrifying ride as i had been a year earlier. i remember wondering if you were as painfully aware of the irony of this conversation as i was, and being really really unsure if you were. the next thing i knew, you had picked me up and started running with me to the front of the line, a pack of squealing girls chasing us. i remember nothing after that, but those few seconds are more than enough. thank you for being there.
well fuck
what i wouldn’t give for a time machine.
silly clip from a fantastic movie. silly, but oh so true.
so… lunch today then? perfect.
the one with the hallway
sometimes a vivid memory of the two of us comes flooding back to me with no warning at all - today it was the one with the hallway. midnight, no lights, no one else around. the others were preoccupied and in the other room. it was just you and me in that hallway. you and me, sitting on the floor in the dark, you laying down with your head in my lap, me playing with your hair and biting my tongue to stop myself from telling you how crazy i was about you. they came to find us, and you kicked them out; i was so happy to see you were feeling as possessive over our moment together as i was. i dont remember what was said or who said what, but i remember listening to the comforting sound of your voice and thinking how happy i was to be there with you, and that getting yelled at and grounded the next day for breaking curfew (along with a handful of other rules) would be SO worth it.
