i wrote this during one of my classes yesterday:
"There's a new boy. He's really nice. His name is Jared. i don't feel a thing for him. i should feel something. At least feel i don't want to date him or i do. But i feel nothing. i haven't been feeling anything for anyone lately. When John came to town and we hung out with Phil and Rachel, i didn't feel that usual camaraderie (that word looks weird) i usually feel for John. And i didn't feel that friendship i usually do with Rachel. i felt nothing. What if Kyle broke me? After a parade of guys, it finally caught up with me. i just simply gave up last week. And then i felt empty. Usually i would've held on to him and fought for him. But instead i just gave up. It kind of sucks."
Jared and i went on a date tonight. He was going to take me to Great Dane, but it was packed. We ended up going to Noodles which is where Kyle took me on our first date. i know i can't associate places with people, especially Kyle. But - and i know everyone will say that i shouldn't have done this, that i'm just making myself suffer more - but the entire night i just kept thinking that he's not Kyle. i know i can't compare other guys to him. No one will live up to him. At least that's how it feels right now. i mean Kyle had his flaws, he wasn't perfect or anything. It just comes down to the fact that, right now, i don't want anyone else but him. And i know that will fade. But until then, everyone just needs to let me whine and pine and cry over him.
Oh, i guess i'll finish the story. After dinner, we just came back to my place, watched a couple episodes of Firefly, and then he started kissing me (not that great of a kisser, btw). And then i told him i couldn't do it. i felt like an absolute asshole. i told him i just got dumped by a guy i really liked and i was hoping this numb feeling would go away, but it hasn't and it wouldn't be fair not to mention i just don't think i could handle jumping into a new relationship right now. Then he left.
~*maria*~
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