September 2012
1 post
9/5
jesussavesispend:
Even now, sitting here, everything reminds me of her. I’m outside feeling the slow transition from golden summer to the orange and green breezes of fall. Raindrops drum on my clothes and lazily zigzag down my glasses, and my mind takes me back to the two of us in the warmest water, swimming in the storms of weeks past, embracing while the sky opens up above, and the way we...
March 2012
1 post
3/30/12
Just spend the whole day in Lexington with B. Every muscle in my body was screaming to touch her at every instance our arms brushed as we walked. I wanted to put my arm around her or hold her hand or any showing of affection that was both innocent and meaningful. Every look she gives me, every laugh I am responsible for, the way she says my name, everything means so much more to me then it rightly...
July 2011
4 posts
7/26/11
I’m indifferent, and it isn’t any fun. I’ve had, or rather I’ve progressed through, a various number of tactics for courting women since the first day I decided I was the kind of person that courted women. Right now, I couldn’t give a shit either way if I am of interest to the women I am interested in. I make plans with them, and the message has been told to my face...
7/15/11
As a man, I’ve known a number of loves. I’ve known lust and infatuation and rejection; a myriad of various pangs and urges, pure or malevolent, of the heart and mind. And I’ve felt contentment in waking up next to the girl I have aligned with and being greeted by the choices I have made. But I’ve also felt that sickness; that silently heart-splitting realization of a...
7/11/11
We agreed to meet at a bookstore/cafe. I got there early, as I do often so I have time to collect my thoughts. I gave her a hug, and she smiled and told me I looked like I had stepped out of a dockers ad. She got a chai tea, and I got a black coffee that I turned a parchment color with a cloud of cream.
She told me about her job as a summer councilor at a rehabilitation camp for at-risk...
