In a way, I want people to; although at the same time, I don't. I mean of course I started this blog for a reason. Obviously by posting my thoughts online I'm fully exposing myself, and when I signed up for this I knew that. But seeing as my, "hits" are at a very low number, I wonder if I could tell my secrets on here. I mean for one, it's doubtful anyone is actually religiously reading this, and I don't know who they are anyway.
Right now I'm wondering if the past is repeating itself. Although typically when that happens, they are repeats of events that happened decades earlier; where as in this situation, the past being repeated is actually happened quite close to the present.
It was the same look you gave me two years ago- that night when we lay on the IKEA carpet in my bedroom as the rain tapped on my roof outside. You had holes in the sleeve of your sweater where your thumbs were, they poked out sometimes. Your hair was long and shabby; you hadn't cut it in about a year. Literally. We spoke lightly for awhile because an intense conversation was too much for us at that point. We were so nervous.
I remember the day you opened up. We were dancing in my kitchen to Uptown Girl, which we(you secretly, of course) both loved. I don't know whether you really loved it or if it was just because it made me so happy, but it didn't matter at that point. Despite how anyone could have walked in during those moments, we danced. We laughed and laughed and laughed, and every single one of them came from our gut. I don't know how it started, but I think that's when we truly fell in love.
But of course, nothing gold can stay. I remember lying on the couch together in what felt like a unrequited cuddle. The pit of my stomach told me something was wrong. I always trust my gut. And of course, it was right.
So is it true, here we are again? I have no oppositions.
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