| Bugger 2009-02-23 12:00 a.m. Foolishly, my heart still aches. Over a foul-mouthed, fast-talking boy, practically. That’s a hell of a lot of adverbs. I tell him that I had to be driven from far away and he says, “You should have told me. I would have come and picked you up. We could have listened to music and talked”. Sometimes I feel positively dead, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that my heart leapt. My mind spun the details of that alternate universe immediately. The intimate conversations, the laughs, the look on Leah’s face when I told her that he would be picking me up from her house. But alas, all I had to give was, “Oh that’s very kind. I’ll keep that in mind…” His words and small kindnesses always sway me. Always slay me. Always…prick my heart. Even his reluctant compliment of the new haircut. Even though it’s chin-length. Which is far shorter than he likes. Oh. Shit. Bugger. Fuck. A piece of me dies every time that I see him and he’s not mine. I shouldn’t post this. But I will. K. Clay Crush Level: Today I Saw: The Weather is: |
