Just for a moment, she was lurking in the back of my mind.
Maybe it was just a habit of my infatuation that it happened. You know, whenever I log on to my chatbox or drive by her street. She's there, sitting on a shoeshelf with her feet crossed and hanging, her hair lightly waxed for a change.
"You don't know how wonderful you look."
It took me months to realise that I didn't want her anymore. That I just wanted to feel the same way about someone. To feel like i'm being naughty and bad with someone that completely bedazzles me, leaving me in a daze. Someone I feel stupid around, someone that I knew was too good for me, even if it weren't true. It's intoxcitating the notion, and addictive as hell.
It's pubescent, and sadly true.
Maybe it was just a habit of my infatuation that it happened. You know, whenever I log on to my chatbox or drive by her street. She's there, sitting on a shoeshelf with her feet crossed and hanging, her hair lightly waxed for a change.
"You don't know how wonderful you look."
It took me months to realise that I didn't want her anymore. That I just wanted to feel the same way about someone. To feel like i'm being naughty and bad with someone that completely bedazzles me, leaving me in a daze. Someone I feel stupid around, someone that I knew was too good for me, even if it weren't true. It's intoxcitating the notion, and addictive as hell.
It's pubescent, and sadly true.
comically indifferent @ 6:31 AM