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Thursday, August 14, 2008 @ 12:53 AM

is he gonna fetch me from school later?
yes? no?

ohh. i really hope so.
i miss that bugger. alot.
i miss him holding my chin like an ice-cream cone.
i miss all the lame-ass jokes.
i miss all the silly name-callings.
i miss smelling, hugging, cuddling him, most importantly.

but part of me tells me i shouldn't count on it, so i won't get utterly disappointed.
but majority of myself tells that small fraction of me "screw you! i want him to fetch me!"

ok. i sound schizophrenic.
i'm not.
i just miss my boyfriend.