(Note: this is based on a true... relationship-ish thing between me and a guy I like. It was a journal entry I wrote and I liked the way it sounded. I'm not looking for advice or anything, just opinions on my writing. Thanks!)
I hate it when guys are so oblivious to the fact that maybe sometimes you want them to come and ask you "Hey, how's it going?" because that would just maybe make you feel something. To make you feel like they do think about you, they do want to be with you, they do miss you, they want to kiss you, and hold you and know that it's all okay, because their life is in their arms. Their nice, strong, comforting arms.
But no, does that happen? Not with me. I'm stuck wondering about just about everything. Wondering if he's thinking about me. If he even bothers to wonder about all of that. Or when there's a slight chance that we are in even the same presence if he lingers on the thought for a ridiculous amount of time analyzing every signal that was signalized between us.
For me? When we lock eyes I can feel the heat rise to my face and my rapid heart thumping outrageously. When I can see him smile, the two corners of his lips come up and he's smiling at me? I get that tingle down on my lower back - the one that travels up my shoulders and into my arms. I guess you could describe it as chills.
But if I could have it my way? I would be able to read his mind and just figure him out. I'd be able to know what every weird thing he says means, so I wouldn't be left wondering, Did he mean that or was he joking? And I could get a little bitchy and he wouldn't automatically assume that he did something. I just get bitchy sometimes.
And although some things about him make me want to rip my hair out and he confuses me more than he understands? The times that are good between us out weigh every bad time times a hundred. And all of the things that I don't get, I'd rather left unknown than not be able to be with him. And the things that I do get, I savor every single one; like his curly hair, and sparkling eyes, his smile, and his voice... god, that voice. It makes me melt.
And although he likes me back, sometimes I wished he didn't....
