i have not spoken to you now for
what is about four hours.
i just looked at the time and
i thought the clock was lying to me.
four hours plus a bit, is that it?
you must be freaking kidding me. i swear.
those four hours must have been one of the
most stretched out four hours in my history.
i am feeling dramatic and emotional today, so if you dont like it, screw away.
i think i called you about two hours ago, you actually picked up. and you said hello in the most awake voice. seriously. then suddenly you started mumbling in your sleepy voice. and i was all dont lie you were so awake two seconds ago. but you kept mumbling some incoherent nonsense to me. it sounded cute though. so i decided to leave you be. continue on sleeping.
but i wonder, were you really? i mean i seriously did hear a very awake hello. silly me. and i have all these questions. are you still sleeping now? if you are, then what are you dreaming?if not, then what are you really doing? are you just tired of me? am i being too clingy? too desperate?
i most probably am. but i honestly dont know how i came to be this person. this person who wonders where you are, how youre doing, what youre up to and if i have been on your mind as well.
i was the ice queen, the champion of being cold - hearted or bitch. whichever.
i used to not care. i used to at least pretend not to care even if i did care somewhere deep down. it makes sense now that i was always accused of not caring or at least not showing it. i used to be so puzzled but i get it now. heck, i even pretended my phone got confiscated so i didnt have to talk to my boyfriend. i insisted on not going to prom with my boyfriend and just meeting him there. i made a list of reasons as to why i thought that was best. obviously, i was a master bullshitter. except, i was so good a bullshitter, i didnt even know it was bullshit at the time. i would like to also add that during all these events, it was one of the rare occasions where we werent even fighting. it was no wonder he cheated on me isnt it, its not as if i was some angel.
my point is, i am now just filled with thoughts of you. (you have just texted me) anyway, im not used to all this but i think im getting the hang of it. this is so unlike the ainessa i was. i make a big deal about not talking to you and about the whole prom thing, because i guess im afraid. im afraid that you might resemble the old ainessa. the one who might pretend to be asleep or the one who convinces herself to not have a prom date.
you make me different. you make those things i feel weaken me. i may say i hate you for it. but somehow deep down i know i love you, i do. i dont even have to look that deep down to know that, its somewhere near the surface.
im going to try to stop being paranoid and stop worrying about acting out of character when it comes to you. who wants to be a cold bitch anyway? you make me worry, you make me care. so i think im only going to be scared when i stop caring, worrying, thinking and breathing you.
maybe this is the real ainessa?