thepromdate

i've spent the last three days having a gret time with old friends. on friday had dinner in the mist ladden streets of 9th and irving, having dinner for a friend's birthday. and then the last two days i've spent with my closest friend, the person who i consider most like home. we've been looking for a bike for me. i still haven't found one, which bums me out a bit. i was kinda hoping last month would be the last time i need a fast pass.

but that doesn't matter. what does matter is that... i'm very lucky he's still my friend. i don't think many people would be able to do what he does. he means the world to me. he knows me better than i know myself sometimes. and he gets me like no one i've met before. i don't know why this isn't enough. i don't know why i'm not madly in love with him. and yes, sometimes i get lonely and scared that i may never meet someone who's so right in so many ways. but to be honest, these last few months have been good for me. i really wondered if i'd be able to stand on my own. and i'm glad that i've had this time. i guess you could say i'm coming into my own. there is so much more i need to say, but at 530 in the morning...it's all starting to sound the same.