Me:Great conversation, not boring except when you state that you are infact bored, spontaneous, different, deep, you have a lot of secrets you think are hidden but I see right through you. Your turn.
You:Really hard to get along with, when you do talk its normally means i have to think, your train of thought is increadibly deep and it scares me generally i think your amazing but i dont want to tell you. I hope that made sense.
Him:There are two very important parts to your personality. The first is you self sabotage. Self consciouslly you put yourself into situations where you may get hurt. The second is you crave intimacy. You need someone to protect you and look after you. Which is why.
You know what I love the most about the time between 12am and 4am. It's while everyone is dreaming, so are you and I. But not subconsciously, we're wide awake. It's looking over to my phone while receiving a message from you, but you're different. You're not so drunk you'll forget in the morning, you don't have a hidden agenda. It's a time I feel free, I'm not awake alone anymore, you're there. Even if you're not. You're there to tell all those thoughts usually left unspoken.
Anonymous:I miss you.
Me:But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren't alone. That the world isn't a dream and you and I are really happening at the same time, even if its not the same place. That this is real.
Anonymous:You know what I love most about the time between 12am and 4am. Is the quiet. The sound of the wind and the crispness of the air. A time where you feel completely beautiful. Where sitting on the beach is deafening, as the waves crash into the dark of night.
Me:I think I just fell in love with you
Anonymous:You want to know you're alive, go lie on the grass, on your back. And stare into the stars. And know that I am out there, lying on the beach. Watching the stars, listening to the deafening quiet. Thinking, listening, dreaming, contemplating.
Me:What are your dreams?
Anonymous:To be loved. To make a dent, a difference. Yours?
Me:To be able to walk down the street completely satisfied with my life, to be as happy as I get in my up moods without taking a pill everyday, to fall in love, for them to hold my hand and kiss me in public, to take the fucked to court again and confess the whole story, to travel the world, to take back what I said to him.
My head is battling with my heart as I reminisce on all we’ve been through. Theres something more to you. Something I desire.
I long to reach out and touch you. Just to feel your presence, to know this is reality. The heat of your body reaches mine, and as you open those blue eyes and look up at me, the adrenaline rushes through my body as quickly as my thoughts fade away. I fear your touch, only because I long for it. When you aren’t making me mad with desire, you’re infuriating me with old conversation. Arguments and reasoning of your actions that killed me inside. I know you never meant to, but you did.
Please do not kiss me again. You know I won’t be able to resist you if you do. And as your lips reach mine I think to myself, here we go again…