Countdown to Thursday night.

For one of the first times ever, I want to fall asleep in my awake-clothes, not because I'm passing out at some party, but because I'm somehow corrolating it to sleeping beside someone

(you)

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If there's anything (anything) that I get out of this whole thing, it's the knowledge that attraction can be non-superficial and that attachment can come at the most unexpected of times.

What do you call it
when you're constantly thinking about a person
when you have the innate knowledge that, with them, doing nothing means everything
when you keep track of all the CDs you have and haven't listened to together

?
?
?

I'm trying to let it go and move on. Because let's be honest- if he felt strongly enough about me, there would be no doubts. No gaps in comprehension. And certainly no girlfriend.

So we're friends.
Good friends.
And I like him.
But he doesn't like me more than a friend.
That's the situation, that's what it is.
There's nothing to figure out.
Everything to accept.
The end.

(I'm seeking elsewhere)

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]