wanted one more touch, not of our lips, but of our bodies. just one more.
but i dared not to, for i might not let go.
and you might push me away if i held on too long. so i had to just stand inches away, take in your beautiful smell and hold back.
just hold back. because letting go is easier that way.
forgot what i was supposed to post. i fucking forgot.
realized that maybe, just maybe, this one sign might be wrong. just this one, just this one time. because more than that, more than all of those signs, is us.
we are what’s more important. you are what’s more important.
I know, someday, when we’re both old and grey, we will sit in the middle of a bench, with too much space at both ends; hold hands as tight as possible, and say:
“We did it bes, we grew old together.”
Things I’m grateful for:
for girlfriend’s text for almost a couple of hours now. I hope she’s not as toxic at work tonight. Or maybe she’s thinks I’m already asleep?
Whatever. I just feel bad about making her feel bad. We’re not the type of couple who sleeps on things that make us uncomfortable. At the very least we try to patch things up before moving on to dreamland.
But it’s not always been easy. A lot of things can sometimes get in the way, like, work, or fatigue, or stress. But we always try.
And it’s what I’ve always loved about us two. Even before we’ve become lovers, we are best friends. And that’s what will always come first.
barkada (2/8 of it anyway), Samantha and Hazell are here at Sam’s place tonight, and they are just dozing off to dreamland while I while the time away waiting for girlfriend to pick me up. Yay!
Anyway, we just watched SATC 2 and we were laughing out loud at pointing out who in the kada is a Carrie, a Samantha, a Miranda and a Charlotte. They said I was Carrie, the writer, of course. Although I do have to have a change of wardrobe, to be honest. (And a change in the topics I write about.)
And there really isn’t any point in this entry except that I wanted to write something.
And I am conditioning myself to write religiously, as much as I can, on paper or on the web.
Pray for me.