Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday Mornings
I’ts the sweetest day of the week, one I look forward to, its the dearest time to speakof,it is just a day for two.Oh, wonderful Sunday mornings,and how beautiful the feeling is,to wake up every Sunday morning,with a hug and a kiss,with my true love right beside me. It is truly a wonderful thing, To feel him cloce, holding me tight, Through the serene Saturday night, And waking up to feel his warmth.Sunday mornings, I’m all his, A very dear, passionate time, A time to refill myself of his love,And feel lucky that he is mine. As the song of the dawn comes to us,And as I hear the birds sing through my window, They seem to see my love for him,And sing us a beautiful song. “good Morning, my love”, I whisper,To my lover in his ear, As he wakes, slowly, tenderly,Hoping he was able to hear, The message of the morning song.Sunday mornings is time for two, for a love so sweet, so strong, so true, it’s a beautiful way to start the week,as we say to each other, “I love you”.
Him
Hello
Just coming up with the news about "bag of Dreams", the poem is making its way to the finals and I'm so proud of it.
I am also going to open my own fan club, and I plan to call it "Claudia's Club". From here, you can view my blog, check out my poems, go to my library, share music, or even have some of the poems sent by Email upon request. It may take me some time to create this group, but I'm looking forward to it. AH, and you could even view pictures of Steven and I.
But first, I am so glad about "Bag of Dreams". The poem will be published in a poetry book, and I might win money for it, or if not, a golden, silver, or bronce medal.
I am not interested about the money particularly, but if I do earn money for my poetry, I'm going to save it for my dream-home.
Anyway, Steven came yesterday at his usual time, and as usual, I was so happy to see him, to hug him, to kiss him.
After he put his stuff up and everything else, I showed him my new CD's I got from a girl at school last week. When he sang those country songs on the CD, I had the recorder with the earphones plugged in so that it wouldn't beep, then pressed the button and recorded him. I also recorded a song I sang for him.
Then he wanted me to help him finish learning the song he'd already started to learn on the peny-wistle.
When he finally got the song down, he called his friend Luis up and told him to come over so that he could show him how to play that song. We picked Luis up at the bus-stop, and in our way we found a gentleman who asked, "Are you guys married or dating?" , in my mind Ithought,"Cool!, they think we're married"! until Steven said, "dating. I'm not ready for marriage anyway after being married twice and both of those marriages were very crappy". Then he went on telling the fellow about how his ex wife dumped him after he lost his sight and all that crap.
"why do boys get so confusing?
Last weekend he started talking about our future plans, about how if I married him both our lives would improve and yada-yada-yad. Now he's saying his not ready for marriage and that he may not get married again?, well, to tell you the truth, I'm not ready for marriage yet either, but I do plan to marry him eventually.
at least after I finish college and have a more stabilized lifestyle.
When Luis got off the bus, first we went to wallgreens to get our drinks and cigarrettes for Steven. Then we were on our way home, when Steven offered me a backride.
I climbed onto his shoulder, and, because I had my recorder in between my pants and underware, I couldn't settle in right, and kept slipping. Steven felt I was strangling him, Dammit!
I felt very bad for him, but would I have known better I shouldn't have brought that recorder with me, but what's done, it's done, right?
Anyway, I had to get back on my feet, and walk back home.
I could tell his friend was laughing at me, first because he started making obcene comments about my height, that, thanks to Steven, I wasn't really listening to, but then what he did afterward really insulted me. He mixed our drinks and gave me Steven's soda, and he gave him my limonade. Tha was really mean! now all of the kida at Steven's school are going to laugh at me because of that stupid trick!
Steven showed me how to tell if it was limonade or not, but even so, I'm not taking anything out of Luis's hands again. See that's why I don't like most of his friends, they play dirty tricks on me and treat me like if I was a Goddammed ignorant little kid, then apologize and do it again.
I respect Rodney, Bobby and Dawny because they have helped me when I got kicked out, but the rest of his friends are not very nice to me or look at me funny
Anyway, Steven showed Luis how to play the song, and then when Luis left, I played a couple of songs for him in my occarina, made love and went to bed. I didn't want to sleep, but he always puts me to sleep one way or the other.
The next day was when I found out about the dirty joke.
We laugh together like we usually do, and I just love it when he tickles me, when he puts his arms around me and makesme curled into a ball in his great big lap, ready for him to do with me whatever he wants.
He's got me so in love that now it's hard for me to study. Even so, I hope I do well on my test.
More updates next week:
your HIL friend.
Just coming up with the news about "bag of Dreams", the poem is making its way to the finals and I'm so proud of it.
I am also going to open my own fan club, and I plan to call it "Claudia's Club". From here, you can view my blog, check out my poems, go to my library, share music, or even have some of the poems sent by Email upon request. It may take me some time to create this group, but I'm looking forward to it. AH, and you could even view pictures of Steven and I.
But first, I am so glad about "Bag of Dreams". The poem will be published in a poetry book, and I might win money for it, or if not, a golden, silver, or bronce medal.
I am not interested about the money particularly, but if I do earn money for my poetry, I'm going to save it for my dream-home.
Anyway, Steven came yesterday at his usual time, and as usual, I was so happy to see him, to hug him, to kiss him.
After he put his stuff up and everything else, I showed him my new CD's I got from a girl at school last week. When he sang those country songs on the CD, I had the recorder with the earphones plugged in so that it wouldn't beep, then pressed the button and recorded him. I also recorded a song I sang for him.
Then he wanted me to help him finish learning the song he'd already started to learn on the peny-wistle.
When he finally got the song down, he called his friend Luis up and told him to come over so that he could show him how to play that song. We picked Luis up at the bus-stop, and in our way we found a gentleman who asked, "Are you guys married or dating?" , in my mind Ithought,"Cool!, they think we're married"! until Steven said, "dating. I'm not ready for marriage anyway after being married twice and both of those marriages were very crappy". Then he went on telling the fellow about how his ex wife dumped him after he lost his sight and all that crap.
"why do boys get so confusing?
Last weekend he started talking about our future plans, about how if I married him both our lives would improve and yada-yada-yad. Now he's saying his not ready for marriage and that he may not get married again?, well, to tell you the truth, I'm not ready for marriage yet either, but I do plan to marry him eventually.
at least after I finish college and have a more stabilized lifestyle.
When Luis got off the bus, first we went to wallgreens to get our drinks and cigarrettes for Steven. Then we were on our way home, when Steven offered me a backride.
I climbed onto his shoulder, and, because I had my recorder in between my pants and underware, I couldn't settle in right, and kept slipping. Steven felt I was strangling him, Dammit!
I felt very bad for him, but would I have known better I shouldn't have brought that recorder with me, but what's done, it's done, right?
Anyway, I had to get back on my feet, and walk back home.
I could tell his friend was laughing at me, first because he started making obcene comments about my height, that, thanks to Steven, I wasn't really listening to, but then what he did afterward really insulted me. He mixed our drinks and gave me Steven's soda, and he gave him my limonade. Tha was really mean! now all of the kida at Steven's school are going to laugh at me because of that stupid trick!
Steven showed me how to tell if it was limonade or not, but even so, I'm not taking anything out of Luis's hands again. See that's why I don't like most of his friends, they play dirty tricks on me and treat me like if I was a Goddammed ignorant little kid, then apologize and do it again.
I respect Rodney, Bobby and Dawny because they have helped me when I got kicked out, but the rest of his friends are not very nice to me or look at me funny
Anyway, Steven showed Luis how to play the song, and then when Luis left, I played a couple of songs for him in my occarina, made love and went to bed. I didn't want to sleep, but he always puts me to sleep one way or the other.
The next day was when I found out about the dirty joke.
We laugh together like we usually do, and I just love it when he tickles me, when he puts his arms around me and makesme curled into a ball in his great big lap, ready for him to do with me whatever he wants.
He's got me so in love that now it's hard for me to study. Even so, I hope I do well on my test.
More updates next week:
your HIL friend.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Making Plans
Hi all,
Last week is finally over, it was torture. Now this week it's times to start all over again, fresh and clean.
When Steven came, he new right from the start that something wasn't right. I tried to tell him how I felt, and that I felt very disappointed that everyone could live my dreams but me, and that I was gellous, well, he already figured that out when we were talking about some appartments where 4 or 5 people share the same roof, and I brought Morgan up all of a sudden.
I think that now he finally realized that I can't stand seeing him with her, and it's not because I don't want him to be with girls, but because he and Morgan have too much in common, and therefore more things to talk about than we do., that when he's with her it makes me feel like I'm standing in between, like if they could make a perfect couple if I wasn't in the way.
But anyway, this weekend he didn't even talk to her on the phone, the point was to try to get her out of my mind, or at least, shake that maddening feeling of geloucy out of my heart.
He started by telling me that we will go to Dallas sometime, when we have time to actually do stuff and get with his family. He also said that Morgan won't be living in our dream-home whatsoever, if her boyfriend kicks her out, and she can't find a job, he said she'll go back to Alaska with her family.
After all, she has a 2 year old daughter, and neither Steven or I have the time to take care of her and all of the problems this 2 girls have been giving us during our vacation.
In short, we'll have a happy, safe and very wonderful dream-home.
He also talked about our future, things like, if he married me how it would affect my residence and citizenship status, and things in the near future, like moving in to a place where it can be easier for him to get to work and for me to go to school.
He's already started to work on our dream-home, and he has someone to help him look for an apartment that is afordable and convenient for both of us.
He brought his peeny-wistle again and I helped him learn how to play one of the beautiful songs on the CD.
He worked at it so hard, to the point where his thumb started hurting and I could tell how much effort he put into that thing, that when he wanted to watch a scary movie (and you know I really hate scarry movies more than anything else), I felt like he deserved to watch whatever the hell he wanted to and told him it was OK, after all that work.
Playing a musical piece with a new instrument is not as easy for him as it is for me because before he became blind he was a very visual person, and now he has to learn almost everything by hearing, but it is a challenge he decided to take because he really wants to learn to play this little thing. He has a friend, Luis, whom he used to think, played really good. But now that he learned this beautiful song, when his friend hears it I bet he'll be surprised, and I'll be more proud of him than ever before.
He left his CD on my CD player, so that when he started watching the movie I put my headphones on and start listening to it.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I left the room and put some music on my computer and began to sing and dance. He then came outside to smoke and then I came along with him, and when we came back in the house, the computer was playing "Your voice". I started singing it to him, he then lift me up and when he put me back down and went to the room to watch his movie, I was singing and dancing louder and wilder.
It was in an hour or 2 when, realizing that my computer can wait, I turned it off and, hearing that he was still waching another movie, began to check my email but there was nothing there either.
He must have realized that because it was quiet or because he might've heard the goodnight message he recorded for my computer to play when it shuts down, I was getting bored and wanted him rather than my computer. He came out of the room, to my surprise, naked, and after going to the bathroom he came to hug me and I was lost in his embrace again.
"you don't have to be here, baby", he said, "you can come to bed with me and I can turn the movie off". How could I resist the temptation to come home to him? I accepted his offer and went to the room, back into his arms that are mine to build my home around.
He stopped the movie, held me tight, and put me to sleep with the same tenderness and sweetness as he always did. I could say that I literally "slept tight".
We woke up early in the morning, and then we cuddled in bed for a while until he went outside to talk to Cokie about my dream-home and then I guess Cokie must have told him about how I felt about the whole Dallas thing because of the conversation she and I had after he left.
I got dressed, washed up, etc, and went out to meed them. Then I heard them talk more about my dream-home.
I then came out with him and went back to the room to talk about our plans. He told me about the apartments he have found so far and how he's trying so hard to find one at a convenient area that follows the busline to where he would work.
He also talked about co-ups, small apartments where more than 4 or 5 people share a bathroom and kitchen, but pointed out that I might get gellous if he would live in one of those with a bunch of girls in underware. Also, let's not forget the fact that if those girls see his handsome body, they might fall in love with him, and my heart would break.
We stayed there for a while, laughing and kissing and talking to each other, and telling each other how much we love one another.
He told me, "don't you be forgetting it either". I knew what he meant, that when I notice myself starting to get gellous I just remember that he loves me, that always makes my heart feel better.
I put my hand in his heart and started feeling for those little signs telling me how much he loves me, and now it seemed to be telling me: "whatever happens, don't worry, here you have found your home".
I couldn't stop smiling at him.
Then he told me that next Saturday he won't be here, but that he might come Friday night depending on how he feels because he's going to that game party.
Just in case he doesn't come, I will see if I could find something else if not I'd get a friend to talk to me on the phone and help me not feel so lonely.
Then it was time for him to wait for his bus, so he left and I closed the door behind him, but stood there listening to him leaving, counting every step until I couldn't hear him anymore. It was about a minute and a half before I went back to the room.
After that, Cokie and I talked for a while and she asked me if I have talked to him about how I felt about the whole Dallas thing, and I told her I tried to.
She told me that he told her that he only needed Morgan to drive him around so that he doesn't have to spend more money than he has to. That made a whole lot more sense now, and even if she's not totally out of my mind yet, I feel a whole lot better than before about all this.
ACC news:
Starting tomorrowI won't have that class in the mornings, so Iwon't have to wake up so early, except for test or stuff likethat.
I have a test tomorrow, got to study.
Success: I'm finally going to get my book scanned, that's excellent!
More updates next week,
Last week is finally over, it was torture. Now this week it's times to start all over again, fresh and clean.
When Steven came, he new right from the start that something wasn't right. I tried to tell him how I felt, and that I felt very disappointed that everyone could live my dreams but me, and that I was gellous, well, he already figured that out when we were talking about some appartments where 4 or 5 people share the same roof, and I brought Morgan up all of a sudden.
I think that now he finally realized that I can't stand seeing him with her, and it's not because I don't want him to be with girls, but because he and Morgan have too much in common, and therefore more things to talk about than we do., that when he's with her it makes me feel like I'm standing in between, like if they could make a perfect couple if I wasn't in the way.
But anyway, this weekend he didn't even talk to her on the phone, the point was to try to get her out of my mind, or at least, shake that maddening feeling of geloucy out of my heart.
He started by telling me that we will go to Dallas sometime, when we have time to actually do stuff and get with his family. He also said that Morgan won't be living in our dream-home whatsoever, if her boyfriend kicks her out, and she can't find a job, he said she'll go back to Alaska with her family.
After all, she has a 2 year old daughter, and neither Steven or I have the time to take care of her and all of the problems this 2 girls have been giving us during our vacation.
In short, we'll have a happy, safe and very wonderful dream-home.
He also talked about our future, things like, if he married me how it would affect my residence and citizenship status, and things in the near future, like moving in to a place where it can be easier for him to get to work and for me to go to school.
He's already started to work on our dream-home, and he has someone to help him look for an apartment that is afordable and convenient for both of us.
He brought his peeny-wistle again and I helped him learn how to play one of the beautiful songs on the CD.
He worked at it so hard, to the point where his thumb started hurting and I could tell how much effort he put into that thing, that when he wanted to watch a scary movie (and you know I really hate scarry movies more than anything else), I felt like he deserved to watch whatever the hell he wanted to and told him it was OK, after all that work.
Playing a musical piece with a new instrument is not as easy for him as it is for me because before he became blind he was a very visual person, and now he has to learn almost everything by hearing, but it is a challenge he decided to take because he really wants to learn to play this little thing. He has a friend, Luis, whom he used to think, played really good. But now that he learned this beautiful song, when his friend hears it I bet he'll be surprised, and I'll be more proud of him than ever before.
He left his CD on my CD player, so that when he started watching the movie I put my headphones on and start listening to it.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I left the room and put some music on my computer and began to sing and dance. He then came outside to smoke and then I came along with him, and when we came back in the house, the computer was playing "Your voice". I started singing it to him, he then lift me up and when he put me back down and went to the room to watch his movie, I was singing and dancing louder and wilder.
It was in an hour or 2 when, realizing that my computer can wait, I turned it off and, hearing that he was still waching another movie, began to check my email but there was nothing there either.
He must have realized that because it was quiet or because he might've heard the goodnight message he recorded for my computer to play when it shuts down, I was getting bored and wanted him rather than my computer. He came out of the room, to my surprise, naked, and after going to the bathroom he came to hug me and I was lost in his embrace again.
"you don't have to be here, baby", he said, "you can come to bed with me and I can turn the movie off". How could I resist the temptation to come home to him? I accepted his offer and went to the room, back into his arms that are mine to build my home around.
He stopped the movie, held me tight, and put me to sleep with the same tenderness and sweetness as he always did. I could say that I literally "slept tight".
We woke up early in the morning, and then we cuddled in bed for a while until he went outside to talk to Cokie about my dream-home and then I guess Cokie must have told him about how I felt about the whole Dallas thing because of the conversation she and I had after he left.
I got dressed, washed up, etc, and went out to meed them. Then I heard them talk more about my dream-home.
I then came out with him and went back to the room to talk about our plans. He told me about the apartments he have found so far and how he's trying so hard to find one at a convenient area that follows the busline to where he would work.
He also talked about co-ups, small apartments where more than 4 or 5 people share a bathroom and kitchen, but pointed out that I might get gellous if he would live in one of those with a bunch of girls in underware. Also, let's not forget the fact that if those girls see his handsome body, they might fall in love with him, and my heart would break.
We stayed there for a while, laughing and kissing and talking to each other, and telling each other how much we love one another.
He told me, "don't you be forgetting it either". I knew what he meant, that when I notice myself starting to get gellous I just remember that he loves me, that always makes my heart feel better.
I put my hand in his heart and started feeling for those little signs telling me how much he loves me, and now it seemed to be telling me: "whatever happens, don't worry, here you have found your home".
I couldn't stop smiling at him.
Then he told me that next Saturday he won't be here, but that he might come Friday night depending on how he feels because he's going to that game party.
Just in case he doesn't come, I will see if I could find something else if not I'd get a friend to talk to me on the phone and help me not feel so lonely.
Then it was time for him to wait for his bus, so he left and I closed the door behind him, but stood there listening to him leaving, counting every step until I couldn't hear him anymore. It was about a minute and a half before I went back to the room.
After that, Cokie and I talked for a while and she asked me if I have talked to him about how I felt about the whole Dallas thing, and I told her I tried to.
She told me that he told her that he only needed Morgan to drive him around so that he doesn't have to spend more money than he has to. That made a whole lot more sense now, and even if she's not totally out of my mind yet, I feel a whole lot better than before about all this.
ACC news:
Starting tomorrowI won't have that class in the mornings, so Iwon't have to wake up so early, except for test or stuff likethat.
I have a test tomorrow, got to study.
Success: I'm finally going to get my book scanned, that's excellent!
More updates next week,
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Poem of the week ... If I ever should lose you
If I Ever should lose you
If I ever should lose you,
My world would crash into a million little pieces,
All my dreams would be broken down in two,
If I should ever, ever lose you.
All the love and happiness,
That only you can give me,
Would vanish, and become loneliness,
Like the little leaves swept by the deep sea.
Imagine if the sun would not shine,
Or if, after the night, would never come the day,
If your love wasn’t mind,
There’s no reason why I should stay.
That’s why I’ll always, always love you,
And there’s nothing else to say,
And I only hope and pray,
that, to me, this never happens,
and for our love to last,
I shall pray,
Night and day.
That you will always, always love me,
Like I will always, always love you,
My world revolves around you,
So please don’t break my poor heart in two.
From the day I met you,
Until my dying days,
I will always love you,
In each and every single way.
If I ever should lose you,
My world would crash into a million little pieces,
All my dreams would be broken down in two,
If I should ever, ever lose you.
All the love and happiness,
That only you can give me,
Would vanish, and become loneliness,
Like the little leaves swept by the deep sea.
Imagine if the sun would not shine,
Or if, after the night, would never come the day,
If your love wasn’t mind,
There’s no reason why I should stay.
That’s why I’ll always, always love you,
And there’s nothing else to say,
And I only hope and pray,
that, to me, this never happens,
and for our love to last,
I shall pray,
Night and day.
That you will always, always love me,
Like I will always, always love you,
My world revolves around you,
So please don’t break my poor heart in two.
From the day I met you,
Until my dying days,
I will always love you,
In each and every single way.
Gellous
Well, before I break the bad news, let me say that “Bag of Dreams” is rocking and rolling once more, when it made it through
poetry.com with a silver plack.
Yesterday it all went well, he came, we made love, but before he watched a movie this time he told me about his little peny-wistle, not before ordering me some dinner, (I was starving BTW). I put some music on the computer and then we laughed and sang together before we got our dinner. Then he showed me his CD to learn how to play the peny-wistle, which is like a very thin little flute that can reach very high notes and it sounds so beautiful.
I was almost dancing to the beautiful songs and he had no idea that I was recording them.
He got a little frustrated because he couldn’t play most of the songs, but it sounded so wonderful and I wondered if we could play together, he with his Peny-wistle and I with my ocarina. I was pretty sure I was going to get inspired enough to write the poem I was planning on writing, but, as my bad luck interfered, that was not to last very long.
After dinner I was going to stay in the computer as he offered, but I didn’t because I wanted to stay with him, I figured the computer can wait.
I cuddled with him all night, then the next morning was when he broke off the bad news: He’s taking Morgan to Dallas with him in November, to Dallas! Can you believe that?
My dream was always to go to Dallas since the day I met him, and now, look at him, going with this girl to Dallas!
And not even with any girl, not even his best friend Terrie, with Morgan!
That’s right, that same girl who almost spoiled our vacation in San Antonio.
She’s not a “bad girl”, as a matter a fact, I respect her because she has a 2 year old daughter, but I don’t really like this girl because she’s trouble. To start with, Steven and her have the same interests, they even met each other playing that stupid game, they like the same books and watch the same movies, he calls her every night and always wants me to talk to her on the weekends when he comes, an he’s even planning on bringing her to Austin and letting her live in our dream-home, that’s really nuts!
I could tell he knew what I was thinking, he somehow read my mind, and then he tried to comfort me by telling me that someday he’ll take me to Dallas, just not now because he has lots of crap in his mind and lots of stuff to do … dam he even showed me his checklist! Then he cuddled with me so more, I felt better but still, that girl doesn’t convince me. I know what she’s up to, she just broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago and now she wants him to take her to Dallas and who knows what else just because she’s lonely. How many years hav I been lonely and nobody gave a dam about it?
And now that I have him, she’s trying to take him away from me? Hell no!
All of these questions and more came to my mind, and even though he was trying to sweep them away with his cuteness and all those little details that made me fall in love with him in the first place, when he left, they hit me even more and my head felt like it was exploding with questions.
I called Bianca, my ex roommate and sisterlike friend who has a lot of experience with this “Love” thing, and she said that maybe he’s dating me just because he might’ve felt sorry for me, you know, with him so utterly handsome and I so rehchet, it makes perfect sense!
Anyway, he left early, I assume that it was because he felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, and he said he’ll call me tomorrow, kissed me goodbye and left.
My grandma just called a few hours later and said that she and the family might come to visit us on my birthday because she wants to meet him, and I just hope he’ll be here for that, otherwise I’m going to have to tell them the truth and I’ll be very pissed.
Laters,
Claudia, who is more and more gellous than the rain of the sun.
poetry.com with a silver plack.
Yesterday it all went well, he came, we made love, but before he watched a movie this time he told me about his little peny-wistle, not before ordering me some dinner, (I was starving BTW). I put some music on the computer and then we laughed and sang together before we got our dinner. Then he showed me his CD to learn how to play the peny-wistle, which is like a very thin little flute that can reach very high notes and it sounds so beautiful.
I was almost dancing to the beautiful songs and he had no idea that I was recording them.
He got a little frustrated because he couldn’t play most of the songs, but it sounded so wonderful and I wondered if we could play together, he with his Peny-wistle and I with my ocarina. I was pretty sure I was going to get inspired enough to write the poem I was planning on writing, but, as my bad luck interfered, that was not to last very long.
After dinner I was going to stay in the computer as he offered, but I didn’t because I wanted to stay with him, I figured the computer can wait.
I cuddled with him all night, then the next morning was when he broke off the bad news: He’s taking Morgan to Dallas with him in November, to Dallas! Can you believe that?
My dream was always to go to Dallas since the day I met him, and now, look at him, going with this girl to Dallas!
And not even with any girl, not even his best friend Terrie, with Morgan!
That’s right, that same girl who almost spoiled our vacation in San Antonio.
She’s not a “bad girl”, as a matter a fact, I respect her because she has a 2 year old daughter, but I don’t really like this girl because she’s trouble. To start with, Steven and her have the same interests, they even met each other playing that stupid game, they like the same books and watch the same movies, he calls her every night and always wants me to talk to her on the weekends when he comes, an he’s even planning on bringing her to Austin and letting her live in our dream-home, that’s really nuts!
I could tell he knew what I was thinking, he somehow read my mind, and then he tried to comfort me by telling me that someday he’ll take me to Dallas, just not now because he has lots of crap in his mind and lots of stuff to do … dam he even showed me his checklist! Then he cuddled with me so more, I felt better but still, that girl doesn’t convince me. I know what she’s up to, she just broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago and now she wants him to take her to Dallas and who knows what else just because she’s lonely. How many years hav I been lonely and nobody gave a dam about it?
And now that I have him, she’s trying to take him away from me? Hell no!
All of these questions and more came to my mind, and even though he was trying to sweep them away with his cuteness and all those little details that made me fall in love with him in the first place, when he left, they hit me even more and my head felt like it was exploding with questions.
I called Bianca, my ex roommate and sisterlike friend who has a lot of experience with this “Love” thing, and she said that maybe he’s dating me just because he might’ve felt sorry for me, you know, with him so utterly handsome and I so rehchet, it makes perfect sense!
Anyway, he left early, I assume that it was because he felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, and he said he’ll call me tomorrow, kissed me goodbye and left.
My grandma just called a few hours later and said that she and the family might come to visit us on my birthday because she wants to meet him, and I just hope he’ll be here for that, otherwise I’m going to have to tell them the truth and I’ll be very pissed.
Laters,
Claudia, who is more and more gellous than the rain of the sun.
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