He's one of the most important people to me.
He's far from perfect but close enough for me.
He's randomly shown up in my life and it always seemed like he waited til I was desprate for help.
He's someone I've know for almost six years and yet, it wasn't til summer that I realized that even when my sister left, my family seemed like it was being torn apart, somewhere in the almost six years, I fell in love with him.
Why? I don't know but I never thought that he felt the same.
Then he shows up again.
He seemed the same as he always had been, just older. He had the same features he normally had only his hair got longer.
Again, I needed help and wouldn't admit it. He jsut stood in the doorway and smiled. Seriously, that's all he did and I had to force myself not to shake or breathe hard.
After that, we saw more of each other til I had to leave for Georgia. It made me sad. I got used to seeing him and taking naps on him in the afternoon.
I hate my sister at the moment. Why? Because she lives a little over an hour away from him and I live a day and a half's drive from him!
Summer Vaction before my senoir year and hopefully half my senior year.
I don't call him my best friend as often as i used to though. You've probably guessed already why I don't but in case you haven't; after years of tryingto ignore whatever you want to call it, we're dating and yet, I find it ironic that people find it surprising when I tell them. Oh well, I'm happy.
 Island Tomboy · Sun Nov 30, 2008 @ 09:00pm · 1 Comments |
