January 8th, 2010 (04:34 pm)
current mood: contemplative
current song: Guns 'n' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place.
And if I stared too long,
I'd probably break down and cry...
...
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place,
Where as a child I'd hide.
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by...
rite now, i'm sitting in my room in the 24th story and i'm staring out of my window unto the city that lies quietly beneath me. it's neither a peaceful nor a pure sight. it just looks cold and dirty and lifeless.
i'd love to be able to write that cologne right now is a beautiful winteresque fairytale. but it's just not. at least i can't see it that way. it is just so freakin cold. the icy wind seems to blow everyone's happy thoughts away, the slippery ground brings determination to fall.
i just want to hide under my blanket all day, it seems as if the winter doesn't want to end this year.
it's a pretty strange feeling, i usually really like this time of the year. i love snow and i'm actually pretty fond of the cold. just this time, it's so very different and i can't seem to put my finger on the reason for that.
i went to visit a friend yesterday because she wanted to make dinner for me and after that watch alvin and the chipmunks1 together. even tho i got there at around 8pm (after she had to pick me up because the tram wasn't working thanks to some idiot who was unable to drive and managed to park is car on the tracks. thank you.) and actually wasn't planning on staying that long, i only made it home at around 2am +_+. thus i'm going on a very small sleep reserve.
anyways, we ended up just talking for four hours, about some pretty deep and some pretty ridiculous things. i'm not really good with words when i'm actually talking to someone, neither face to face not over the telephone. it's far easier for me to write stuff down, i think i'm not capable of expressing myself around others.
this is the reason why i stopped talking right in the middle of our conversation, when she asked me what was up with that person i wrote that message to (i posted about that on october 25th)... i just refused to answer and to think about it, because if i did, i'd probably have started crying. (so, you're likely to read this, and i do apologize. but don't ask me again about that, because i will not be able to answer.)
however, i believe i will be able to give somewhat of an answer here. not a too detailed one, tho.
i did get an answer. she replied on december 17th. i'm glad she did, but i did not jump out of my window, obviously. in fact i was so glad that i finally, after all this time, got some words from her that were meant only for me, that i randomly started crying during the next week, i just couldn't stop thinking about it and repeating the words in my head. it was a completely overwhelming feeling and i didn't expect it to be still that strong.
last night you said it i was probably seeing something in that person that doesn't hold true. and that i would most likely not really have loved the person but the mere picture I had of her in my head.
i don't know if you're right but i'd like to believe you're not.
and even if you are, would it be wrong to love that way?
i had a great time that evening, thank you :3.
... right now the sky is so very much lavender coloured <3.