I still see the sparkle of your baby blues , in my mind's eye .
It still burns just as bright, just as vivid and just as radiant
as it burned in early June. Remembering you just as you were then
makes me feel as though you have died , perhaps because it's been so long since iv'e seen you . i love our conversations, our seemingly innocent games,
and blush worthy responses. I'm doing what i do best, observing , obsessing ,
and letting you consume my mind; all of my thoughts in thier entirety.
I sing the songs of our summers , stare longingly at my guitar ,
and find myself crying over pictures. I find myself trying to trust you.
iv'e begun opening up my innermost thoughts , my fears , my hopes , my desires, my dreams. I'm letting myself be vulnerable. I despise vulnerability ,
and in turn iv'e learned so much about you . i suppose that's why i love you so foolishly . make it worth my anger , frustration , tears , and effort?
"i wanted to stay , i wanted to play , i wanted to love you..."
#41 - Dave Matthews Band
This is really pretty, and I understand hating to be vulnerable. I refuse to let myself be seen as vulnerable; I admire you for allowing that feeling to seep in.
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