I Don't Want Anything More Than To See Your Face When I Open The Door

In my About Me section I say somewhere at the end "I hope you like.... well, BT." I hoped you'd like him. I hoped I would. I should have included more of him in here. It's all in my diary and all stuck in my mind in little pieces that come back to me through deja vu, his face, dreams, and alone time. And sometimes even certain words. Oh, and movies of course. Mainly chick flicks. One day, I hope, I will copy ecvery single moment down into here or somewhere else in typing.

You see, I officially switched over to MC. I got over BT. I did it. Well, MC lasted for one, almost two months. And I'm back to BT. Even though he's looked at me only twice since I don't know when. Some insignificant date on the calendar. But, I've started dreaming of him again. I've started thinking of him again. I've started WANTING to see him again. Stand next to him again. I'm seeing him, REALLY seeing him, on Wednesday. I hope I talk to him, at least once. If I don't, well, it would suck. Seriously suck. But I like him. I won't say I love him again yet, but he was the first and only boy I've ever actually loved. Not just a crush, or a like-like, or a whatever it's called. Will I love him again? Did he ever love me? Can he start? Like, now?

And that is it for now. I will write soon. Sorry it's been so long, again. I'll get better at this someday.

Today's title is from the song: "Chinese" by Lily Allen. Check it out. "Here (In Your Arms)" is still my favourite song. But "Thinking of You" has surpassed "Live Your Life".

Goodbye.

Likingly,
LC