the fucking worst is when people are like “you hate people for having a different opinion than you!!!!” like im not shitting on this guy because he thinks pistachio ice cream is gross im shitting on him because he actually believes that i and people like me dont deserve basic human rights and respect and safety
I’ve found him. I’ve found the person that even when life pulls us apart we just so happen to connect again. It’s always the people you least expect, the ones you’ve never seen yourself falling for, it’s the ones you catch yourself staring at in a daze but still being able to capture every word they say. I sat up and talked to him about our views, life stories, and beliefs as if we were just meeting. From 21:45-4:10am. We listened to folk music on the record player and he even played some of his own music for me. He confessed that a few months back (probably a year) he had written a song about me and I pestered him into playing it but for the sake of having a cute little secret between us I won’t say the name. His voice gave me chills and his smile made me hot. I didn’t expect my night to be as good as it had been for I was just expecting to catch up with an old friend much less an old flame. He was one guy who tried really hard with me but again I’m a wreck when it comes to being committed especially after so many disastrous relationships. I recall one day he took me out the whole day just to return to his place where he had cooked me dinner…Which was my favorite meal(lasagna) and he claims it was so hard he had called out for his mom to help him, either way it was lovely and still holds the place of the best and most well thought out date Id ever been on. We discussed literature and he’s even given me a task to read his all time favorite book(How TFIOS of him lol) but again I don’t know where this will take us but we hold much history. He is the guy I’ve been anxiously awaiting but haven’t been able to get my full grip on. He takes me on adventures even by listening to his stories. I want him in my life like a lasting role in my romantic drama. Waking up at 5 in the morning just to be at the lake behind his grandmothers old house to go fishing. Those are the things I constantly replay in my head. It’s taken 5 years to even get the idea implanted but it won’t leave now. I’m craving him and I know that I will always since the second he laid his head on my stomach and his voice telling me how beautiful I looked and that he’d love to grace every inch of my body with his lips. Our lives don’t usually have set patterns and that’s a scary thing because I know I’d be in some form of heaven if I lived every day like that one.