Thursday, October 1, 2009

It's gonna take 97 missed calls to finally get over you*


This used to be about Craig...well now I got a bigger problem. Febreeze. I want to be with him so bad. I keep telling myself that I'm going to make him come after me...make him text me first. Well last night, unlike the night before, I texted him...and he did text back. I told him to guess what I was doing, and he said 'idk'. All the sudden I just had a wave of disapointment wash over me. And it emotionally wore me down to nothing. I feel as if I can't feel anything at all. All I want is him to love me. For us to have a relationship, to be together. To get married someday. Have our own house. A puppy, have kids of our own. That's what I want with him.

So he finally texted me back........he asked me where I was driving, and I told him Baltic. Then he said 'what when where why.' I explained, saying I'm going because the love of my life lives near there, and I want to be with him. He asked how long, and I said I don't know yet...maybe three days. Now he asked me if I'm by myself. I said yes & I'm scared. Tara is going to kill me. My sister is going to kill me.

My phone is going to die.

Why do I love him so much? I can't even help it. I hate it.

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