kumori-tokage

October 6th, 2008 Casey and I have been going out for a little more than two weeks now. I can honestly say that I haven't felt this happy in months. No, I haven't felt this amazing in months. Throughout my entire summer I felt so sick, but now . . . now I can really say that it's gone. It's okay that I can't be with Nikki. It's fine, it really is. If she's happy with Drake then I'm happy too. We get to be friends, and it's okay. And if for some reason, I wake up one day, and we're suddenly not friends anymore . . . Then I guess that's okay too. "You really have this thing for spacing out, you know that?" I blink a couple times and look d

May 17th, 2008 What if we hadn't met? I know I probably shouldn't think about it, but it's so hard not to. If we hadn't met would I even feel this way? This sinking, claustrophobic sensation that presses down against my chest—a feeling that's so agonizing and numbing and just unbearable? Or that other feeling. Whenever her skin happens to brush against mine and my body warms up to her touch. Or when I visualize us kissing . . . or just hugging . . . or holding hands. I wish we could. I do. I really do. But we can't. The first feeling hurts, the second feeling I don't mind. Not at all. And then that feeling whenever I see her boyfrie