Thursday, July 1, 2010

Two Sides of One Mess.

Side One:

When I'm alone and not talking to you, I feel like I shouldn't like you, that I shouldn't think about you, that I just shouldn't even talk to you. If I don't talk to you, I miss you too much, I wonder if you're thinking the exact same way, or if you even wanna talk to me. I guess you could say I'm love drunk with one of my best friends. Ha, isn't that how it always works. But I can't shake the thought of you. When you don't talk to me for a few days, I get over it. But the moment we start talking frequently again I go back to this whole process without it even seeming like it stopped.
Side Two:
I talk to you. I get crazy happy, oblivious, and can barely speak, think, or talk. Every conversation no matter how small or hard to make through it, I love every minute. Of course I don't want to annoy you so I try not to start them, and I apologize too much but oh well, that's just me. I can't help thinking maybe you are as insane as I am, but then I'm back on the other side where I don't think you are because I'd hope you'd tell me. Honestly, I shouldn't get my hopes up. But when I talk to you, I can't help but to have my hopes thrown up high. After a few day break I'm sure I'll be fine again, for the mean time. As for right now, I'm stuck in that crazy, one-sided, alone, intense love.