The perfect Sunday morning song.
Someone who will be there when you start to fall apart. Guiding your direction when you're riding through the dark. That's you and me.
My secret life friend was over the other night. He ate my food, we had some drinks and then he stole my new CD. (Yes, some people still buy CDs, and yes of course, I gave it to him, he didn't steal it.)
We're not in love. But if I actually wanted to be in love we would be great. Guys, listen when I say this: a guy who will slow dance with you in the living room, cuddle with you on the carpet? Who shares your taste in music, who holds your hand for no reason, who is so cute when you go to a concert together of one of your favorite bands from when we were young?
In another time and place, he would be The One. We're both older now though and have been through real loves of our own. I don't know if we're incapable of falling in love again or just jaded.
Love is love though. In whatever form it comes in it matters. As I left the other night, I turned back and said "I love you". He didn't say anything. I said "You can say it back, it's not a big deal." And it's not. You & Me is so many people over the past few years. I probably love Lizzie more than anyone I've ever met. My sister and brother.
I have the love of my life out there somewhere and an ex-husband. My dance card is probably full. I have to believe it all happens for a reason. That's you and me.
Sullivan out.
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDeleteWhoever you are who keeps posting these comments - I'm going to keep deleting them so save your breath you sicko. I agree with Anon below.
DeleteAnon - you are fucking gross dude.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDeleteI think you are a nice lady and I like reading your blog. I understand that you were involved with Jehovah's Witnesses. You poor thing. Wasted a lot of time probably. I hope you are ok. I'm going to go a piss up the wall of my local KH, and as I do, I'll look at my winkle and I'll think of you. I'll even try and write Margaux in piss, although I'll need to have a few beers beforehand to build up enough pressure. xx
ReplyDeleteI tried, and got as far as 'Mar'. I have another idea though.
DeleteIf you suck half as much as this blog, you're future husband's in for a treat
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete