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| pointlessforever (profile) wrote, on 11-24-2004 at 11:23pm | |
| Subject: I wrote this last night in my other other journal (the one you can't see) This is why I cried. |
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| I don't know anything about him. He's asleep on my couch right now. I don't know anything. I just feel. I just love him. I don't know about his past relationships. I don't know about his life. I don't know about him. All I have are feelings. I don't know why I dream like this. I don't know why I dream of marrying someone I don't know. I don't know anything about Nick. All I know is what I feel. All I know is what I am. All I know are my feelings. All I know is that I love him. And I feel sometimes, like now, that loving him isn't enough. It might work in the dream world, my cloudy fantasy, but in the real world... In the real world, you know people. You know people and the things you know are the things you love. I don't know. I love Nick. I love the little that I know and the thousand things I don't know. I love the billions of things I'll never know. I've always believed that you can never truly know everything about a person. But just loving him... Just love, and that's it. It doesn't seem like that's enough. It doesn't seem like it's right. I don't care most of the time. Sometimes... I just love him. That's it. That's it. It's not enough. |
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iron-cipher | 11-25-04 9:55am The thing is that you spend as much time with me as I spend with myself. You may not know thousands of facts about me and my past but the thing is this. First facts mean nothing. You know how i will react to certain things and how I feel about certain things.
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