So ya boi was driving to get lunch during his robotics meet, and basically he slid out and hit a pole. He all good tho so like we chillin but the car is not chillin. There was a lot of oil and transmission fluid leaking and power steering fluid all over the place. But it might not be super bad because the side that hit the pole is the one with all the fluid tanks so I guess we’ll see.
PC: NPR
Maybe it was the superficial love I used to be attracted too. In love with the idea of the person, not the person. In love with the idea of being someone’s, anyone’s number one.
Not to say the boys I have been with aren’t special to me, because they are; they always will be. But, I’ve just never felt the way I do now about anyone. I didn’t know I could.
I never understood what people meant when they talked about being in love with someone. When they said they would want to spend all their time with their partner. When their partner would do something so unattractive and they would still be so in love with that person. I always kind of either thought they were faking it or it was something that grows over a lot time.
I understand now.
If I could, I would give everything to this boy.
All we’ve ever been was close friends, but I don’t mind.
I never wanted to lose him. Just being friends was enough for me.
That’s the worst part of it all; we don’t talk as much anymore.
It hurts the most when I know he can see what I said, but doesn’t respond.
It hurts the most when he made me call him when I got home, so he knew I was safe, won’t respond to a stupid message.
I just want to know he still cares about me.
Even when we live hours apart, I want to know he would still see me if he could.
My go-to response to something like this is usually to get angry and cut him off. I say “he isn’t shit” or “screw him” but, I could never be mad at this boy.
“i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck”
“505” – The Arctic Monkeys
today, i saw you and thought
what if?
you were standing with your friends,
hair unruly from scrimmaging.
in that moment,
seeing you for the first time in a long time,
i wish i could be standing next to you.
my mind traveled across the room,
floating nearby yours.
i wanted to hear your words,
know the jokes you were laughing at.
i wanted to be there.
because, in a what if world,
we might’ve walked into that room together.
i might’ve told you the joke you laughed at
or been the one who got the pleasure of having your words.
i might’ve never even thought about a what if without you.
maybe, you would’ve broken my heart already.
i would’ve walked in and turned right around,
a heavy airiness in my chest.
but, i would’ve been able to fall for you.
i know, i’ll never get the chance.
we’re close, yet i’ve never felt farther from you.
maybe you saw me today and went away thinking about me.
maybe you didn’t recognize me, didn’t even deen me significant.
but, i’ll tell myself that tonight
we’ll fall asleep thinking of each other, wondering
what if.
i hope i’m not asking too much of you.
i’m not asking you to fix me,
because that wouldn’t be fair.
i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms,
but i’d love that.
i don’t want you to be my friend,
because we’ve never truly worked as just friends before.
i wish we weren’t on different time zones,
we always fall out of infatuation when the other falls in.
i hope that we don’t crumble apart,
because i can’t handle another landslide.
just like i’m sure you can’t handle another person leaving you behind.
i promise i’d never walk away from you,
i’d never leave you stranded.
i can’t promise forever,
that’s too much to bear.
i can only promise you pieces of me,
a puzzle with some empty spots.
instead of presents wrapped in bows,
i’ll give you my heart and soul
in the shape of little irregular pieces of cardboard.
i’ll wait for you to fit me in next to the edge pieces,
i’ll make it easy for you.
because, it’s so easy to see myself with you,
my head fits into the dip in your chest
like we were made for each other.
maybe you’re my final piece to the puzzle,
but i’ll never force you to fit with me.
do you remember how it used to be?
when we were still innocent,
so much younger?
do you remember the first time you saw me?
i was wearing my cousin’s old tank top and a pair of shorts.
i remember the first time i saw you.
actually, maybe not the first time,
but i do remember the first time
I really saw you.
that stubborn piece of hair that never stayed in place.
your hands worn and callused,
but like home to the touch.
your smirk that can still melt me.
i remember that night,
surrounded by friends,
when i knew i wanted you.
but, now it’s too late,
you aren’t the same boy with the messy hair and soft smile.
our hands are like strangers,
i’m not even sure i know how yours feel anymore.
the lines i used to trace,
delicately, so as not to cause any slight ripple in their perfect surfaces.
we’re strangers,
but unlike the strangers we were when we met.
now, the uneasy feeling is from lack of contact,
not the absence of it altogether.
i don’t know the new you,
you don’t know the new me.
maybe one day,
i’ll once again trace the lines in your hands,
feeling their gorgeous warmth on the pads of my fingertips.
maybe you’ll remember the little things i do,
so unaware that i do them,
and you’ll tell me about it,
like it’s a well-known fact.
what i’m really trying to say is,
when can we not be strangers,
when can we be the new girl and the boy with the floppy hair
that knew each other like the backs of their well-traveled hands?
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