daytime fantasies: that i would go to the airport tomorrow, collecting myself to have fun for vietnam.
though still irrationally bummed about not getting ivan’s email yet. then, out of the corner of my eye i would see familiar faces, and it’d be them omg. i get another namecard, i say thank you, i hug, i leave for vietnam happy.
late night ramblings: i’m writing (A LOT) in my diary to make sure i cherish the emotions and love i have for gpc right now because it’s been a while since i’ve experienced something this amazing - it’s worth the ink on paper. and as i’m writing with full on emotions, i wish someone would reply me already!!! like, seriously. i don’t think it’s relevant for me to be so upset over dropping someone’s namecard but i am because it was ivan’s namecard & all i’m asking for is his email but no one is responding….i can only conclude that they’re probably busy & on the way back to the states, thus not having time to reply me but yea, i think my impatience is making me irrational hm i’m just going to stop right about, now.
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.