well I like when guys wear the color purple.

and last night I was so tired that I can only remember three of the eleven minutes it took so drive home. The entire ride I was thinking about everything I'd hope to say to you, and on here, and that I hadn't ever thought about. Last night it was framiliar, and our faces were a little closer than they normally are, and you held my hands a little bit tighter. But this doesn't change that fact that I will never have the confidence to kiss you, and I would rather it not be awkward so I'd hope to just stick to the small stuff. Besides that, the only person I can think about is him and I don't know if it's my ability to want the things I can't have, or it's fate, or I'm just lonely. Maybe it's all of those, but probably just the last one. I start to picture you inside my head, and I can't remember how your face looks, or the way your voice sounds, but I can remember how I felt, and I know how I feel and If I add the two together and divide them by two I like what I see, and that's us on my good days. I need things to get better, and with a little work I'm sure that they can. this is to me bettering my life, because it kinda sucks right now. and getting in touch with the old even though I really like the newwww