mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is This Thing? I think I might be in love. I mean, I am. Maybe. I don't really remember what it feels like when things are mostly normal and simple and calm. Is this it? It feels good, whatever it is. It feels clean. It feels like, I don't know, like I want him to be happy, I need him to be, it means that much. He told me the other day about falling apart in his car one night in the parking lot of a bar, how he looked around the room and it hit him, how ugly everyone can be, and how fake, and I have been thinking of how that moment must have felt for him and that moment is the one that makes me love him the most. I love the way he feels things so deeply, I love his heart and his brain and his hands and his lips and I love it when he really really smiles and the way he can talk about ancient Roman this or that for hours and yes, goddamnit, I am in love. And I'm not going to say it, I'm not going to tell him because I don't want to scare him away but I think I am in love. Maybe. Is this what it feels like? 11:55 p.m. - 2007-09-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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