11:49 p.m. 2005-04-02
There has to be something wrong with me. I am *so* in love with him. He was just about ready to go home tonight, and he came upstairs while I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth and looking totally unattractive in my borrowed pair (thanks Merci!)of stretch black pants and this great big black tank top that hangs past my nipples when I'm not paying attention, and gives me a great big hug.
After I was done brushing my teeth, I went into my uncle's room where he was sitting there messing around on the guitar. I asked him to play the song he had told me he could play earlier (Black Sabbath - Paranoid), and he did with this cute little face he makes when he's concentrating on something very hard, and he's getting better every time I listen to him. Seriously, the boy has talent.
I asked him if he was going home, and he said that his mom was on the way over already to pick him up. I said "that sucks." He said something along the lines of him being tired and wanting to go home, which I completely understand because he has to be over at the next door neighbors house bright and early in the morning to start working on their cars. (It is now officially a job, well, it was a job since about a week ago.)
I said "no, it sucks that you have to leave me." And it does, because when I'm around him he makes me feel...err...unexplainable. He makes me happy, and I'm happy to be happy with him. Then he proceeded to pick me up and hug me and gave me a kiss. And then when his mom got here (way too quickly for my taste) he said the only bad part about going home was that he was leaving me. I just wanted to bang him in the middle of the floor right then and there. I love him. I love him. I love him. I can't say it enough.
Yeah, and I officially am a stalker now, but I don't care. I don't even care that he told me he would talk about any girl's ass he wanted. That kinda made me feel like shit, but he can't help that I get possessive and jealous really easily. I mean, I know it's crazy but when he talks about other girls, I start wondering what's wrong with me, and does he even like me? Would he rather be with that girl? ... and other stupid things of that sort.
Because I can tell from the look in his eyes, and the way he talks to/about me that he truly does care what happens to me. And that makes all the difference in the world to me.
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