Saturday, 10 August 2013
The perfect Sunday with The Boy...
Original post: Thursday 2nd February 2012
I saw the boy on Sunday and pretty much had the perfect day...
We watched the tennis, a bit of football, had amazing banter, laughed a lot, ate... oh and other stuff, a lot. :)
I kind of forget when I don't see him like that just how well we get on. In addition, how really, this is how it should be...
I've said in previous posts how well I get on with his friends. His best friend text The Boy during the day saying I had to make me stay over because he wanted to see me. I didn't stay over (had to teach in the morning) but I stayed pretty late. His BF said that we would end up getting married. I said no way, as (and this explains everything) I would give the Boy everything and he could give me nothing back in return. The Boy's response... 'Hell yeah'. Immature!
I sit and wonder what it would be like in a few years when he is ready to settle down (he is still playing around but it really doesn't bother me) but then I think, why should I wait? I know he feels the same as me so what the hell are we doing? If he was emotionally ready then I would be with him in a heartbeat, but realistically I know that I'm probably going to meet someone else before he does...
My friends are not happy about me going over there. I guess they are trying to protect me because they know that I compare everyone to him. Maybe I do, but at least my standards are high so when the guy comes along then I will know...
Finance guy ended it on Monday, I was relieved. I knew it wouldn't have worked anyway. There was no spark at all. Especially after seeing The Boy on Sunday. It wouldn't be fair to pretend that everything was okay.
I know one day I will give The Boy up. I've just got to meet the guy. Perfect Ten got pretty close, and I was willing to give up The Boy. However that ended and now we are just friends. I'm seeing him this weekend actually, to watch the football. I'm going to be truthful and tell him everything about The Boy from the beginning. I couldn't do that before, I was too scared of fucking it up. Now at least I can be honest with him and see what he says I should do...
In the words of Lana....
Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
All my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping that the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine
It's like I told you honey
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die
Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn't find
All the answers, honey
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die
We were born to die
We were born to die
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause You and I
We were born to die
We were born to die
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