I am horrible. I did not write here for a week. While these past five days have been absolutely nothing special and full of AP cramming, I need to keep up. So I was reading the glimpse page, and people actually write STORIES here. I wonder if anyone reads mine and thinks it is some amazing story.. no folks, I'm not so creative. Right now I am just laying on my bed NOT doing homework, per usual. The school year is winding down and I am thrilled! I have never wanted summer more than I do now. I am so DONE with the hours of homework every night and the stupid subjects I hate. I capitalize words in the middle of sentences TOO much. Moving on.
So today the boyfriend and I got in a fight. Writing that down here is way too cliche for me; I almost want to cry at the thought. But this was an important part to my day. So first off, whenever he grabs my waist, it usually ends up... else where. Et je deteste que. I especially hate it in public places, you know? I always love a kiss, but that is too much. And he KNOWS that's how I feel; even when we're in a classroom all alone and the doors are open, he finds it free game to mack on me. And I'm uncomfortable with it! So I went to sit down, and he tried to get me to sit on his lap, but I shoved him away really really hard (I didn't mean to, but I was frustrated). It didn't hurt him physically, but it hurt his feelings. He told me it feels like we aren't even in a relationship anymore, because I never let him touch me, so I defined what I meant by not wanting to be touched dirty. He got mad at me and I started crying; my tear ducts betrayed me, as I have read in so many books. I knew that crying would make him instantly not mad at me, but that wasn't my point; I didn't want to weasel out of it, I wanted to talk like adults. He kept telling me he ware sorry, and that he'd start respecting me better. I hugged him, and for the second time in the year we had been together, I really felt him. My entire body and mind was centered on holding him to me; my thoughts weren't wondering as they usually were. I could feel his back on my arms and his hair in my hands. And I realized I never wanted to let go of him. Yes, he has faults, but so do I. Plus boys are like that, you know? I have to forgive him, because he tries hard not to be that way in public, and a lot of the times in private too. He knows I feel way more satisfied holding him close and talking than I do "other things." But it is always a give-and-take deal. Like everything in life, sometimes you have to compromise.
So today the boyfriend and I got in a fight. Writing that down here is way too cliche for me; I almost want to cry at the thought. But this was an important part to my day. So first off, whenever he grabs my waist, it usually ends up... else where. Et je deteste que. I especially hate it in public places, you know? I always love a kiss, but that is too much. And he KNOWS that's how I feel; even when we're in a classroom all alone and the doors are open, he finds it free game to mack on me. And I'm uncomfortable with it! So I went to sit down, and he tried to get me to sit on his lap, but I shoved him away really really hard (I didn't mean to, but I was frustrated). It didn't hurt him physically, but it hurt his feelings. He told me it feels like we aren't even in a relationship anymore, because I never let him touch me, so I defined what I meant by not wanting to be touched dirty. He got mad at me and I started crying; my tear ducts betrayed me, as I have read in so many books. I knew that crying would make him instantly not mad at me, but that wasn't my point; I didn't want to weasel out of it, I wanted to talk like adults. He kept telling me he ware sorry, and that he'd start respecting me better. I hugged him, and for the second time in the year we had been together, I really felt him. My entire body and mind was centered on holding him to me; my thoughts weren't wondering as they usually were. I could feel his back on my arms and his hair in my hands. And I realized I never wanted to let go of him. Yes, he has faults, but so do I. Plus boys are like that, you know? I have to forgive him, because he tries hard not to be that way in public, and a lot of the times in private too. He knows I feel way more satisfied holding him close and talking than I do "other things." But it is always a give-and-take deal. Like everything in life, sometimes you have to compromise.
