friday will be two months. still in love. still stuck. as bad as it hurt, as bad as it still hurts, i'm glad we're talking again. i miss him. i missed him. it's crazy. he says i'm crazy. maybe i am. i can see him for what he really is. he's human. he's not perfect. he doesn't pretend to be perfect. he doesn't try to make himself seem more important or anything like that i know he's gonna be there no matter what happens if i need him whether we're together or not and i also know that he's gonna piss me off on a regular basis and i'm never entirely sure what to think with him but a lot of the time i know where he's coming from and i know where something's going just bc i know how he thinks about somethings. this is the problem with being very analytical. i am inadvertantly attracted to the most unpredictable, challenging, frustrating people.
time is really a strange thing.
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