I was a little pissy in my last journal entry. Sorry about that, I hope this one will be better because the events that have recently transpired have turned my mood 180 degrees.
So there I am reading a book and my cellphone rings. I immediately think it's my sometimes-a-little-too-suffocating friend, but it isn't. It was, for the sake of her privacy, X! Holy shit. A little history lesson will suit us nicely: we were friends for a long time back in our senior year of high school and I liked her more than a friend, but as I found out right before college on a fateful night that I expressed my love for her, she confessed that she did not reciprocate those feelings. Naturally, things got wierd, then distant, then absolutely no contact whatsoever until a few weeks ago I sent an email her way wondering how her life was. She responded and I called her cellphone a week later, we chatted for a bit, then made plans to hang out but nothing came of it (i.e. we didn't hang out). So, five weeks pass by and here she is calling me back.
Needless to say, I was greatly suprised by the phone call. We talked about everything, just like we used to back in the high school days. Music, people, school, work, it was as if we hadn't skipped a beat or two years out of each others' lives. I pause to say that "everything came flooding back to me" because that implies far too much, but I certainly remembered why I was so attracted to her in the first place. We have so many common interests and dislikes its almost unnatural. For four and a half hours we talked! That's just one of the great characteristics about her-- she's a great conversationist. So, we plodded along all topics with immense tangents and I had a great time. Eventually we came to the subject of ex's. To my very big suprise she had just gotten out of a long term, serious relationship with a fool who cheated on her, and we exchanged stories of heartbreak back and forth for a couple hours. It was great. Her phone call certainly made my day. Probably no shot of romance here, but I've always had a little spot in my heart for her, even after things didn't work out. So yeah, I'm feeling great except I'm getting minimal sleep tonight!
X said she'd call me either later tonight or tomorrow and we'd hang out or do something that cool kids often do without any set goals. That was the lamest thing I've ever written. Oh well.
So there I am reading a book and my cellphone rings. I immediately think it's my sometimes-a-little-too-suffocating friend, but it isn't. It was, for the sake of her privacy, X! Holy shit. A little history lesson will suit us nicely: we were friends for a long time back in our senior year of high school and I liked her more than a friend, but as I found out right before college on a fateful night that I expressed my love for her, she confessed that she did not reciprocate those feelings. Naturally, things got wierd, then distant, then absolutely no contact whatsoever until a few weeks ago I sent an email her way wondering how her life was. She responded and I called her cellphone a week later, we chatted for a bit, then made plans to hang out but nothing came of it (i.e. we didn't hang out). So, five weeks pass by and here she is calling me back.
Needless to say, I was greatly suprised by the phone call. We talked about everything, just like we used to back in the high school days. Music, people, school, work, it was as if we hadn't skipped a beat or two years out of each others' lives. I pause to say that "everything came flooding back to me" because that implies far too much, but I certainly remembered why I was so attracted to her in the first place. We have so many common interests and dislikes its almost unnatural. For four and a half hours we talked! That's just one of the great characteristics about her-- she's a great conversationist. So, we plodded along all topics with immense tangents and I had a great time. Eventually we came to the subject of ex's. To my very big suprise she had just gotten out of a long term, serious relationship with a fool who cheated on her, and we exchanged stories of heartbreak back and forth for a couple hours. It was great. Her phone call certainly made my day. Probably no shot of romance here, but I've always had a little spot in my heart for her, even after things didn't work out. So yeah, I'm feeling great except I'm getting minimal sleep tonight!
X said she'd call me either later tonight or tomorrow and we'd hang out or do something that cool kids often do without any set goals. That was the lamest thing I've ever written. Oh well.