Today is our six month.
Me and Eliot, that is.
And you know where he is?
Oh a plane to France.
God.
He left this morning.
I miss him already.
Do you think that's sad?
I do.
In other news.
I went to a wedding.
I had to wear a dress.
My riding instructor doesn't believe I did.
Haha.
Eliot wants to see me in it.
Oh fuck.
I went riding today.
It was fun.
I rode Bella.
I was tired.
I nearly fell off.
Four times.
Wish he was there.
He would have laughed.
I got my texting back.
Have been using it constantly.
God.
I love texting.
I love texting him.
I'm not going to see Eliot for a month and 12 days.
At least.
He's going to Europe.
I'm going to Tahoe.
I'm going to Singapre.
He's going to camp.
Then it's July 25th.
And he comes back.
And I see him.
And I run into his arms.
And he'll never let go.
I wish.
I think I'd do anything for that boy.
I've become rather fond of him.
Okay, so maybe a bit more than fond.
I love him.
As much as a fifteen year old can.
You know.
Fencing is fun.
I've become great friends with Flower.
Flower's real name is Hana.
It means flower in Japanese.
I'm also friends with Erik.
He's nice.
I had to give him kissing advice today.
He has his first girlfriend to deal with.
He misses her too.
We were moaning together.
But he has it lucky.
He gets to see her soon.
Stupid boyfriend.
Why does every thought lead to Eliot?
Oh yeah.
Because I can't get my mind off of him.
Damn.
This is going to be a long month and 12 days.
Well.
What's been up with you guys?
I won't even mention Eliot in the next post.
I promise.
I think.
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Remember when you asked me how you know you're in love?
Apparently you've found the answer yourself ;) So answer me this... how do you know? You specifically. I know how I know. How do you know?
I suppose it's harder to explain than I thought, huh?
Well...
Every time I see him, I can't help but feel like I'm being lifted up into the air.
When he's happy, I'm happy. And when he's sad, it feels like the whole world will come crashing down.
He's always on my mind, and I feel like I'd do anything for him.
I'm beginning to understand the lyrics from all those love songs.
When I'm with him, everything just feels...right. I don't think I can explain it any more than that.
But you already know, don't you?
So how do you know?
Nice, Faye. not to be sharing the perverted mind that I was given by my guyfriends, but you might want to reword your post. specifically, the 7th paragraph, 10th line. It really sounds wrong and I am soooo sorry. btw, can I still stow away in your bag to Singapore? I've got popchips *and* cheddar crackers! LOVE YOU FAYE.....
~insane friend :)
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