Better Left Unspoken

I’m going to get going before I fall asleep on you. Seriously, I’d love to. Can I just curl up in your lap? Can you just let me put my head on your shoulder? How about just stay near me while I sleep?

It’s been a long day. Will you ask me what’s the matter? If you do, could I tell you that it’s killing me that you don’t know how much I love you?

Have fun. Without me. Tell me you don’t want me to leave. Tell me you’ll go back to being bored and lonely. Tell me you wish I’d come back down there again.

Good night. Honey. Sleep well. I love you.

Wha-WordPress?

Because WordPress > Livejournal any day of the week.

I think I was glowing yesterday. Jack got on myspace to see if I was on (which I wasn’t), and then signed onto Yahoo just to be sure. Right after he gave up on myspace, I signed on, saw that he had just been on, and through the use of a creative stalker feature that Yahoo address book gives me (hello, online now feature?), I saw that he was on yahoo. So I signed on… but in that time, he signed back off.

And then called me (he seriously doesn’t talk to me on the phone much) because he wanted to talk to me. Too cute! I lied in the back yard for almost an hour talking to him, braving the impending thunderstorm and the fact that the ground was wet.

Seriously. Some days I just love this boy!

Also, if I could play guitar better, I’d play Hey there Delilah by the plain white t’s. Seriously. Gorgeous.

And in other news, I’m completely obsessed with the show Greek and the character Cappie. He is so much like Jack that it’s scary. No lie.