When I smiled at you in the auditorium, I was probably thinking the same thing.
I can't say anything else. I mean, the fact that our argument rate has gone up by, like, what, 200%, has tested us again and again whether we were ever real friends in the first place, and if we were, how close we were. The past few years have been smooth and uneventful; it's only recently that we started going over the rocks (many, many, MANY rocks!). Sometimes we feel like we just want to cut the other person off completely, but then we remember that we do so many things together that we are literally inseparable. We have built so many connections in so many different aspects that if we were to break up, our lives would be extremely painful, because we would see each other EVERYWHERE. It's, like, an instinctive reaction to type your name into the recipient box every time I send an SMS. (: One of the first few websites I check every time I log on is your blog. It's even an instinctive reaction to peer into your class through the window and see if you're around! Even when we were in the auditorium, we kept looking at each other and then smiling. It's just instinct. I was the only one on stage you're close to and you were the only one offstage I'm close to (and could see!).
Let's not think too much about it. Let's just be friends for the sake of being friends. We can't separate ourselves from each other, after all; we've been through too much and we've done too much for that to be a possibility. So when I see you today, I'm just going to see you when I see you. When we play doubles, we'll just play doubles. And when we play singles, we'll just play singles.
It takes friends to share their thoughts, but it takes good friends to share their thoughts without saying anything.
So I guess we'll be talking a lot less now! :D
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PROFILE
this is where i let rip, so be warned that you might not like everything that pops up here. but i do, so deal with it. (: .
loves
this is so subject to change that i'm not even gonna bother listing them down.
hates
too many, and the list would be extremely volatile, anyway.
wants
a place in Oxford University (good luck, jennifer.)
for someone to know that he has a special place in her heart!
to survive in HCJC next year
not to have so many wants (but who's counting?)