May 12, 2014
Having the most conflicting emotions for the past week...thanks, idiot.
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Having the most conflicting emotions for the past week...thanks, idiot.
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Tonight was a bit awkwardā¦my mother was talking about setting me up with her friendās sonā¦and Iām like āHehe mom, youāre dreaming!ā while in my mind. Iām like āif only you knew, mom. I just got myself a boyfriendā¦Iām just too afraid youāll judge us if I told youā¦like you judged my cousinsā¦ Btw mom, youāre comments about their looks and background arenāt as discreet as you thought it would be.ā I wonderā¦when I do tell youā¦if youāll watch what you say because it will hurt me if you start judging himā¦or sound like youāre judging himā¦
I miss youā¦it has only been a few hours ( a day, maybe?), but I miss you. I donāt know why I keep staring at my phone hoping for a text when you told me that you wonāt be able to talk to me. I knowā¦yetā¦I still hopeā¦that my phone would rumbleā¦.and itāll be a new message from you. God, Iām such a messā¦checking my phone every minute out of habit thinking there will be a text from you. I woke up several times last night checking my phone to see if I missed a textā¦but each time I set myself up for disappointment. But I canāt stop doing itā¦Iā¦reallyā¦really miss you even when weāve never met each other face to face. I miss you even when Iāve never heard your voiceā¦I miss you so badly all I can do is think about all the things you have typed to me. Those sweet words that make me bubbly and fuzzy that I canāt stop smiling or hold back a giggle. Jeezā¦.you do this to me..and itās all your fault Iām feeling this wayā¦
You make me a jumbled mess...always on my mind. Forcing yourself into my every thought. Even when you're away, going farther away from me, you're constantly here...and with every thought...I smile. My heart races for you...I know you feel it too since you constantly remind me of how you feel. God, I'm confused and conflicted. I've never felt this way before, but you're understanding, we talk it through and I start to fall. Fall fast...hard...and I can't stop it. I don't think I'll be able to stop or I would want to stop it.
Are you falling too? Or have you already fallen? I know...you say it. You have told me everyday, several times a day, but I'm insecure. Maybe if I hear you say it. It'll be different...should I have called you?...would you have welcomed it? Would you...have liked to talk to me? Hear my voice? Enjoyed the inevitable awkward pauses and rejoice in it? God...I don't know...this is all...so...vexing.
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She gave him a sly smile before she pushed him down into his chair. "Hello to you too, Takumi." She greeted back as she climbed onto his lap and her arms wrapped around his neck to hold herself up against him.
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"T-Takumi?" She blushed, wondering what he was doing all of a sudden. She gripped onto her blouse before it could fall off her shoulders.
Foot Traffic Debacle
[ ā ] One arm was wrapped around a large paper bag of groceries, while her free hand held a small paperback book. Blue hues skimmed the text as she walked, only looking up briefly checking if she was indeed walking in a straight line and not in the path of a metal post.
It was getting close to the end of such a short month, and it was around the time the fridge became sparse. As the adult of the home, and if she ever had time, the woman went out to buy food for the next month. If not her then itād be Retsu, her adoptive daughter, who ran the routine errand. Since it was the two of them it was no big deal. This was not counting Clover, a stray Retsu had brought home and ultimately became a member of their band of misfits. Misfits being used in the most endearing way possible.
āā¦But I do know that misfortunes can befall anyone. And every time I hear her sing, I become grieved and dismayedā" she read aloud as she walked.
Soon the woman no longer paid attention to the path in front of her which was, evidently, a mistake. The next thing she knew her body collided with another. Thankfully the arm holding the groceries did not take the hit, instead Cat experienced the feeling of having her nose in a book. Literally.
A series of blinks would follow after the unexpected whack to the face. Blue hues moved from the book and to the fender bender.
āWatch where youāre goinā, pal,ā was her intimidate deadpan response. Considering she was the one who wasnāt paying attention her words didnāt hold much to them.