i think of one blue eye open, the other squished shut against the pillow. "All this said, please don't take offense because it's not you, I like hanging out with you and I'm 100% cool with beings friends, drinking rum, wearing the same clothes etc etc." besides being devasted over the state of my love life, i am good. it's just such a big thing to be devastated over. and it fucking sucks, i'm not exactly feeling regret over sleeping with him and nothing more happening, it's more that i'm feeling incomplete. i want to be with sam. ... ... ... quand je m'endors je me perd dans tes bras et je veux rester pres de toi. mais au matin, a la lumiere de jour, je dois m'en aller.