twenty-fifth.

dear (k)you,

this has become quite a habit already, but whenever i read something, i just automatically link it to you. so anyway, i've come to realize that when all this is over and done with (i will probably grow out of my self-induced infatuation over you - the duration is a different story), i probably wouldn't regret it a single bit. i prolly would never regret the time i spent on you. i prolly wouldn't think myself silly for everything that i have done (believe me, i have done stupid things). what i would prolly be regretting is the fact that after all this, you would never know. because you and me, we're just like that. our "relationship" will never be more than this. and it's some real shit that you and i can never be just "you" and "me". we will always be "someone like you" and "someone like me".

am i making sense? i prolly am not. i think i ate too much of that spiked ice cream, and my head is becoming a little heavy already. but iono, it really sucks when i think about it. all over the world, miracles happen. extraordinary things happen to people. but not one thing like that ever happens to me. okay that was an exaggeration, some pretty cool things happen to me too, but nothing like those, jaw-dropping-out-of-this-world-only-in-movies kind of things. things that include you (okay no, technically something that involves you is happening right now, but it isn't so much like what i really really wanted - BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING). anyway, bottom line i just want you.

how the hell did i end up talking about this?