I ran into an old friend of mine the other day. Well, to call him friend may be to be a little too optimistic, but we did know eachother once, and at one point I tot I liked him more. Anyway, drinks had been taken, and reason and cautiousnes had gone home to bed for a long time ago, so things were said, and kisses given freely away. So, I wake up the next day and feel - nothing! Which is weird. This is a guy I have almost obsessed over the past year, and suddenly - nothing. I guess sometimes one fall in love with a dream which has no root in reality. I hardly knew this guy, but somehow I managed to like him... based on how I wanted him to be, not based on how he was. I guess it was good that I didn't run into him any sooner, as running into him shattered my illusion about who he was and how I felt for him. Maybe would it have been better if i had run into him sooner, but i was sort of happy in my illusion, and so was him I guess.
moonwha had a thoughtful moment at 14:00 | link | comments on this shit
