The days that have passed this week haven't been the greatest (generally speaking about the weather). It's been so gloomy and calm, dont get me wrong but I have nothing against it.... I love it in a way, cause its so calming and restless, and hate it in the kind of way where I do feel a little stressed from thinking....because I really have nothing else better to do (after my homework) than think, think.. and think. You can say that I've been thinking a lot lately... "a lot" as in ... more than usual.... "a lot more than usual", if that makes sense? (my sentences haven't been really coming together for people to completely comprehend what I'm trying to say haha, my bad?).
.... Lets get to the point here
I CARE.... care A LOT.... care enough to hit you with f bombs. That is why I'm so mad/frustrated/disappointed/..... not talking to you right now. But that doesn't change my unconditional love for you. You're my best friend. I just dont like you right now, but I'm praying for you love. But I'd like to add in.... that maybe mistakes are what makes our fate? Without them, what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course.... we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or become who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But its comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if youre very lucky, a plane ride away and of course we'll meet new people and fall in love again. Of course we're gonna hate each other and seek out to hurt each other but we'll always have history that wont let us forget about each other no matter how much we want to.
But the big question to myself that is not completely getting through is.....
Now could it be that what I'm finding in you, is something I've been searching for since my adolescent youth? A good listener, when we're having all these conversations. Taking up a storm, even when debating. Cause youre intelligent, with the status of a king. Youre something dear to me if you know what I mean.
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