Her
My life’s becoming all too predictable. As if it hasn’t been this way for a while. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, I just want something different. And I guess that’s where you come in. It’s not that I want you so badly in my life because I want to make love, get cuddly, or get all boyfriedny again. It’s just that I want a change of pace. I want to have something every day or every couple of days that I can truly look forward to. The times we spent together were the times that you helped me escape the bullshit I was dealing with. I probably didn’t praise you enough for helping escape the every day nonsense. In all reality, I probably didn’t praise you enough period. Weather it was just going out and getting something to eat, traveling a couple towns over, or even just laying in my bed. It seemed like my dad needed less help when you were around. Some sort of good omen? Who knows. It’s not that I need a break or am ready to tackle everything again, it’s just that I want something in my life I can truly give a fuck about again. Yeah, I have the Lobsters, yeah I have working out, but all of that eventually gets old. I love my new set of friends and I love working out, but it’s all in a different realm. You have apples and oranges and right now, I’m so fed up with apples. I don’t hate any of my new friends, in fact I think I’m closer to them than I’ve ever been with my old ones. It’s just, it’s just that you’re that breath of fresh air, you always have been. Ever since we were young, seeing you was literally always the cherry on top of my day. This is probably getting too mushy for your likings, so I’ll stop it here. In the end, I won’t hear from you, and maybe that’s for the better? I take a look at the calender and it’s almost another month down. Another mark on the wall, another day down. Another to go.
