Weekend Writings #31
"A Note for A Beloved"
I overthink things normally, but this overthinking is killing me. I have begun to realize that I am truly not that well with women anymore. I have feelings for you, a ton. You are a beautiful young girl who has a veryful happy life. Me, on the otherhand, I am not that attractive, my life isn't full, and my family is split into two, but I try. I try to be happy. I try to get out there. I want to be with you but I don't know what you want. I want you to be happy, I want to make you happy. Everyday, while you were at camp, I was home, when I normmally m, thinking of you. You were always on my mind. Even in my dreams. I dreamt of you. Every dream was realistic. I dreamt that you were in my school. My old school, the on in New Jersey. You looked amazing like you normally do, we both had crushes on each other and our fellow students found out and making those "owns" making both us blush when we saw each other. that was a normally occuring dream. Another dream was like a cavational one. you were with your mom travelling around. We ran into each other and I told you exactly how I felt about you, (I'll leave that for another day unless you have already learned so). You said you pretty much felt the same about me. Then you kissed me. Three times. Those three kisses were amazing. I have ahd dreams before that that have felt realisitc, but those three kisses were something else. Words cannot explain how they felt. I want them to occur again, but this time for real.