You sort of spent the night. I made you wait, while I talked to my mom. And you gave me a really funny look that made me want to laugh so much. We cuddled. We kissed. Again and again. And again… And you kissed me on the cheek sort of and then you kissed my nose! That made me giggle! And you asked me if I was okay with “us” and I told you that though you threw dirt at me for two...
On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese. I...
You came over. You met my parents. We took Max on a walk. Then we went to the park. Sat on the swings and talked. I sort of taught you how to dance. You told me I smelled good. We danced to no music. Our foreheads touched as we danced and we closed our eyes. I think we both got dizzy. And we kept on talking. We talked about work, about your friends, my parents. We kept on staring at each other....
You came over. You practically spent the night, again. We laid down and talked about today, sort of. How the power went out at work. I gave you your Valentine’s Day card. We acknowledged that I’m not used to such a simpleton, just like you’re not used to this much weirdness all in one person. We agreed that because you’re growing out your hair for me. I will grow my hair...
I found comfort in your arms tonight…
Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us...– Margo, Paper Towns - Author, John Green
Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It’ll trample your heart...– Little Manhattan
You came to see me during your break silly goose.
Why am I Mara? Is that my name? What is Mara? Who is Mara? Where is Mara?
Could you be a new beginning? Could you lessen all of this? I’ve actually slept every night that we’ve talked. I would close my eyes as I lay down; an every night thing long before you came into the picture… And I would think of finding peace and comfort, wondering and questioning. This is nothing new to me. This little act of mine. But now…I would close my eyes, let the...
What I learned In World Geography.
I think I miss you. I think that….I don’t know what to think anymore. And I don’t know what to feel anymore. Not when it comes to you. I don’t want it to stop, but I want it to stop hurting. We’re miles apart. And I have to be okay with that. I have to be okay with the fact that maybe the fate I thought you and I would share, is not as big as I once thought.
You’re clueless you know that? But even so, I wouldn’t have you any other way. We talked for almost two hours on the phone yesterday. About you going to PROM! I couldn’t believe it! Then you had to go take a shower. But you called again to say good night. And I told you a good night story. After you couldn’t find one to tell me. And then we talked about going to the park...
It’s funny isn’t it? What’s happening here.