he could make hell feel just like home.
your hair was messed up, just a little.
any other time we hung out i would have just reached over and fixed it.
you sit there next to me, playing video games...just like we used to.
i say all those dumb things and you laugh and repeat them, but this time you can't say "you're so cute". i kind of wonder if you still think that.
we are just friends...but this is the first time we've ever hung out.
all those other times, HUNDREDS of times, we were not friends. no, we were something else, those times do not count.
THIS time is alone. this is the only time i did not hug you. this is the only time i didn't touch you AT ALL. but i still knew you. you were the same. yet i knew that we were not the same. no matter how similar it felt.
i looked at your hands holding the video game controller...and i feel them in mine, i remember. i look at your shoulder and remember what it felt like to lay my head there. we are different now...yet the same...how are we still friends, after everything?
you tell me that everyone thinks since we are hanging out we are getting back together. thats what they told me too. i know better than to believe in that. you know better than to believe that. yet you brought it up. and said "i don't know if it would even work out if we dated now.." my heart skipped a beat and i said "we are more mature.."
so now i am left thinking about it. would it work if we went back out? we both know so much now. but you are right, we are in two different worlds. but i..i still love you...maybe not in love...but there is still love there that makes my heart ache. do you ever feel that too? part of my heart will always belong to you, can you feel?
i miss you. having you here was comforting. nothing can make this room feel more like home than being in it with you. this room is made of concrete. it is cold. it isn't like my room at home at all. but you are home. you were my home for two years. home is where the heart is and and my heart was with you.
there is no one that i can be around and just feel so at home. we could be in a jungle, on a mountain, on the streets, anywhere and if you were there, it would be home.
why can't i leave you?
any other time we hung out i would have just reached over and fixed it.
you sit there next to me, playing video games...just like we used to.
i say all those dumb things and you laugh and repeat them, but this time you can't say "you're so cute". i kind of wonder if you still think that.
we are just friends...but this is the first time we've ever hung out.
all those other times, HUNDREDS of times, we were not friends. no, we were something else, those times do not count.
THIS time is alone. this is the only time i did not hug you. this is the only time i didn't touch you AT ALL. but i still knew you. you were the same. yet i knew that we were not the same. no matter how similar it felt.
i looked at your hands holding the video game controller...and i feel them in mine, i remember. i look at your shoulder and remember what it felt like to lay my head there. we are different now...yet the same...how are we still friends, after everything?
you tell me that everyone thinks since we are hanging out we are getting back together. thats what they told me too. i know better than to believe in that. you know better than to believe that. yet you brought it up. and said "i don't know if it would even work out if we dated now.." my heart skipped a beat and i said "we are more mature.."
so now i am left thinking about it. would it work if we went back out? we both know so much now. but you are right, we are in two different worlds. but i..i still love you...maybe not in love...but there is still love there that makes my heart ache. do you ever feel that too? part of my heart will always belong to you, can you feel?
i miss you. having you here was comforting. nothing can make this room feel more like home than being in it with you. this room is made of concrete. it is cold. it isn't like my room at home at all. but you are home. you were my home for two years. home is where the heart is and and my heart was with you.
there is no one that i can be around and just feel so at home. we could be in a jungle, on a mountain, on the streets, anywhere and if you were there, it would be home.
why can't i leave you?
I think you should try to go out again.
It sounds like you really had something.
It sounds like you still do.
PCG, November 10th, 2008 at 05:58:27pm