Is it love that I can see and know your obvious flaws but still find you incredibly irresistible? Or is that stupidity? I mean, not a day has passed since our eyes first locked that I have not thought of you at least once. I try but trying not to think of something only brings it up faster.
What about this? I wanted to write a few lines about myself. I wanted to somehow define myself in the context of my day off spent consuming caffeine and reading with a little search and rescue but as soon as I start to write, I just think of you.
Oh, you, you, you.
With your big, beautiful eyes and unabashed enthusiasm. Your body that's too long for my bed. The grace with which you walk into rooms. The way you enjoy drugs and alcohol so much but I've never known you to be fucked up even as I'm stumbling into streets to vomit and then return to party some more. I feel lucky to have met you. You are the love of my life so far.
That's both exciting and horrible. If I never find someone better, well, I had an awesome time. If I do, HOLY SHIT, THERE IS SOMEONE BETTER. I'm no longer waiting for you and I feel like that's a step in the right direction. But even as I'm 'talking' to other people, here I am writing about you on my blog.
I guess I miss every single thing about you but I miss it more when you're right in front of me.
