Listening to: Bright eyes
Right then, with silence hanging heavy over our month’s favorite cd, I knew things were going to be different. As she closed the door behind her and looked back over her shoulder; walking slowly up those wooden makeshift steps to her dorm; I turned off the player and retracted my eyes to my feet. I had learned in the past weeks that in saying our goodnight’s it was always best to take that one last look into soft italian eyes. But in saying our goodbye’s, I just fumbled on every word that somehow kept getting caught on the tip of my tongue -making me look past her face to the passerby’s on the street. Those were the eye’s I grew to know as familiar, as the comforting warmth that could paralyze my body and sedate me into the unknown. For years those eyes had pierced me, carved through me, and then held me and pulled me through them. The past month I spent everyday with those eyes discovering what lied behind them, learning her each movement. The way she’d bite her lip when she was frustrated, the way she ended each laugh with a sigh, and those eyes..what of those eyes? Two weeks ago they began to move and look at me different, the kind of different where you knew they loved you. We’d end up at a party and I’d be belligerent and while everyone could look on disgustingly, those eyes would find me, smile and almost say “I love it, I want to embrace your everything and hold it.†And now weeks later it’s time for our separation, for me to go back to college and for her to stay here. And through the silence driving back to her dorm I knew I had to look in those eyes one last time. With no success and too much concentration on saying the right thing, I let those eyes slip me by. As she climbed those stairs and I counted the laces on my shoe, I could feel her stare back over her shoulder at me trying to catch that one last goodbye.
*Jenna
no really? i will tell you.
email me at perfectlyperfecttogether@yahoo.com
*katie*
Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll.
*Jenna
*katie*((hot))
*katie*((hot))
[laundrymat]
looovvvves!
-jessie
EvE
-laurel
*much love*
Katie
But it was good, man. I have the shoelace problem too. Maybe there's a pill for it?
--Nick
on another note, i wish i could say i have never felt the way you do right now, but that would be a lie, i know all too well what you feel. that wretched feeling engulfed my every action for too long. i am sorry things are as such for you.
sorry that you are going through such a shitty feeling, i know how you feel babe, try to keep your chin up
and yea the song is from AAR
whos the person in the pic? comment back on my journel