I don't know what I'm grasping for. Love is for the movies. For the books I read and my inner most fantasies.
Me and Ashley talked. On the phone. All night long. Like we used to. I actually enjoyed it. What scares me is the fact that I feel so happy when I talk to her. I'm not completely sad when I'm not talking to her, but I'm on cloud nine when I am. I feel great. I know we can never be. But actually, we'll see. The actual conversation was a mixture of emotion. Mostly positive. Some that I had to hide from her. Jealousy. Anger. Sadness. I hid them all. But mostly happiness. She said that I'm the best guy she's ever met.
I work 2-8:15 today.
I made plans this weekend. Basically I am going to end up seeing Catching Fire twice. Ashley is going to crash at my house after Dani's party or whatever you wanna call it. We both agreed that its safer for her rather than crashing on Jackie's couch. Surrounded by strangers.
I expect too much. I have an addictive personality. That me has reached its end. I don't believe in change so I'll call this an adjustment. To make myself feel better.
I'm pretty tired so everything that just happened hasn't really sunk in I guess. I'm not sure how I'm feeling.
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