Katy Perry's Thinking Of You always moves me. This song is incredible, the melody, the lyrics. They mean a lot and I guess everyone felt that once in life: being with someone, but thinking of another one. That's pretty strong.
So this post was supposed to come a looong time ago, but these days I have been submerged by work and tiredness. But here it is, after one week.
Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
…
You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know
…
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...
Well… It's been such a long time I want to write it so now, I don't really know how to begin…
This past week was kinda weird. Stuffs... okay, boys from my "past" came back. Weird. I didn't ask for that much, thank you... (ironic, yeah, maybe!).
So my first BIG crush came back. He is like, talking to me again. For no reasons. Like we haven't talk for more than 1 year. Or just to say "hi" by text message because he saw me driving and wanted to see that he saw me. Well, I'm suspicious he tries to know if he can still have some influence on me, clearly, if I am still in love. And the answer is NO, guys. A clear, a simple but decisive NO. And I am proud. Because I kinda got it rough trying to forget about him. The worst is that he didn't deserve me to be that stuck on him, to suffer, cry and waist my days thinking of him. So now, I am proud to say that if a new game began, I will be the one winning, for sure. I'm fine with just being friends, if we have to be something.
So apart from this old guy, I started to be a little closer to an old friend. A guy a new in junior high school. We weren't that close, but this summer we talk and find out that we missed eachother (don't laugh, it looks like it's weird, but it came really naturally!). Well we were supposed to find a day to see us, but well it was always canceled. Since we began school, we tried again and failed. Finally, last week end we met. We were just the two of us. Never saw him like this. I mean for a long time, with no one around. We weren't closed in a house, neither in town. Just behind houses. Near woods. Alone. We talk about our lives. He told me about girls, I told him about boys, and more pricisely about 'Tyler' (sorry for the name, Nano! it's the Tyler of my holidays, huh, just to be clear). And talking about him I was like a dreamer and he said "dude, don't be that sad, he was just a man!", well I started talking about what he was, and not JUST a man, he was THE man, blahblahblah. My friend took me in his arms and started to hug me, when we were talking his mouth was very close to my ear. We stayed like this for a long time, and kept talking. Then we had to think about take the way back home. We stood up to go, and he stopped and hug me again, but this time we were like face to face. His mouth was just on my front, and started to go down (sorry for the details, but don't be silly, huh. It was nothing, nothing happened, eh!). At that moment my heart started to beat. Very, very fast. I was in the little wood anymore, neither in my town, neither in France. I was back in August, this summer. My friend wasn't really here. I just felt like I was with him; with Tyler. It hurt. A bit. But it hurt.
I turned my head, and I'll pas the details about how everything was during that moment and how it ended. But in the "sweet" moments I wasn't there anymore. I was with him. It's hard to admit that you miss someone you'll never see again. I kinda liked him. Not like a boyfriend. But like a friend, first. Because that's what we first were. Friends. And now, we are nothing. And I can't stand the fact I have to forget everything. The fact that I must go on. That I must see that it's my friend kissing me and not him. He won't come back. I won't see him again. Never more.
I told I was over with posts talking about him. I can't. (I do am miserable, but look… Misery is something inspiring. And I kinda like to write miserable stuffs. I feel like I will probably use them someday. Read them all over again and say "Oh Tyler, see what I wrote about you!" lmao, kidding! I'll say something like that "Oh man, I was such pathetic girl" and I'll tease me.)
I already have some thoughts for my next entries (and you are all like "dude, she said entrIES! like she will write about ten things about this guy won't gave up on her. Her blogs stinks. Girl move on, he forgot about you". Guys, guys, guys… I know he did!). I can't help myself. He is the first guy who saw me like everyday, without make up on my party-all-night-i-couldnt-sleep-face…And he still liked me. Incredible!
Anyways!
It was terrible to feel him again. He wasn't here. He is far away. Forever away. And I still feel him.
I can remember everything. His look. His incredible smile that exempted him from saying things. He didn't have to talk. Everything was on his face. His eyes and his smile were the messengers. The messages were clear. And perfect.
I would do anything to be back there. To have him close. Like in Shakira's song 'Hay amores'
'Ay, mi bien, qué no haria yo por ti, por tenerte un secundo, alejados del mundo, y cerquita de mi'
'Ay my good, what wouldn't I do for you, to have you just a second, far way from world, and close to me'.
But that will reappear in another entry (yes, this time it was a singular…Maybe I'm getting better! lol).
Thanks for reading.
LOVE
xxx
-J.
So my first BIG crush came back. He is like, talking to me again. For no reasons. Like we haven't talk for more than 1 year. Or just to say "hi" by text message because he saw me driving and wanted to see that he saw me. Well, I'm suspicious he tries to know if he can still have some influence on me, clearly, if I am still in love. And the answer is NO, guys. A clear, a simple but decisive NO. And I am proud. Because I kinda got it rough trying to forget about him. The worst is that he didn't deserve me to be that stuck on him, to suffer, cry and waist my days thinking of him. So now, I am proud to say that if a new game began, I will be the one winning, for sure. I'm fine with just being friends, if we have to be something.
So apart from this old guy, I started to be a little closer to an old friend. A guy a new in junior high school. We weren't that close, but this summer we talk and find out that we missed eachother (don't laugh, it looks like it's weird, but it came really naturally!). Well we were supposed to find a day to see us, but well it was always canceled. Since we began school, we tried again and failed. Finally, last week end we met. We were just the two of us. Never saw him like this. I mean for a long time, with no one around. We weren't closed in a house, neither in town. Just behind houses. Near woods. Alone. We talk about our lives. He told me about girls, I told him about boys, and more pricisely about 'Tyler' (sorry for the name, Nano! it's the Tyler of my holidays, huh, just to be clear). And talking about him I was like a dreamer and he said "dude, don't be that sad, he was just a man!", well I started talking about what he was, and not JUST a man, he was THE man, blahblahblah. My friend took me in his arms and started to hug me, when we were talking his mouth was very close to my ear. We stayed like this for a long time, and kept talking. Then we had to think about take the way back home. We stood up to go, and he stopped and hug me again, but this time we were like face to face. His mouth was just on my front, and started to go down (sorry for the details, but don't be silly, huh. It was nothing, nothing happened, eh!). At that moment my heart started to beat. Very, very fast. I was in the little wood anymore, neither in my town, neither in France. I was back in August, this summer. My friend wasn't really here. I just felt like I was with him; with Tyler. It hurt. A bit. But it hurt.
I turned my head, and I'll pas the details about how everything was during that moment and how it ended. But in the "sweet" moments I wasn't there anymore. I was with him. It's hard to admit that you miss someone you'll never see again. I kinda liked him. Not like a boyfriend. But like a friend, first. Because that's what we first were. Friends. And now, we are nothing. And I can't stand the fact I have to forget everything. The fact that I must go on. That I must see that it's my friend kissing me and not him. He won't come back. I won't see him again. Never more.
I told I was over with posts talking about him. I can't. (I do am miserable, but look… Misery is something inspiring. And I kinda like to write miserable stuffs. I feel like I will probably use them someday. Read them all over again and say "Oh Tyler, see what I wrote about you!" lmao, kidding! I'll say something like that "Oh man, I was such pathetic girl" and I'll tease me.)
I already have some thoughts for my next entries (and you are all like "dude, she said entrIES! like she will write about ten things about this guy won't gave up on her. Her blogs stinks. Girl move on, he forgot about you". Guys, guys, guys… I know he did!). I can't help myself. He is the first guy who saw me like everyday, without make up on my party-all-night-i-couldnt-sleep-face…And he still liked me. Incredible!
Anyways!
It was terrible to feel him again. He wasn't here. He is far away. Forever away. And I still feel him.
I can remember everything. His look. His incredible smile that exempted him from saying things. He didn't have to talk. Everything was on his face. His eyes and his smile were the messengers. The messages were clear. And perfect.
I would do anything to be back there. To have him close. Like in Shakira's song 'Hay amores'
'Ay, mi bien, qué no haria yo por ti, por tenerte un secundo, alejados del mundo, y cerquita de mi'
'Ay my good, what wouldn't I do for you, to have you just a second, far way from world, and close to me'.
But that will reappear in another entry (yes, this time it was a singular…Maybe I'm getting better! lol).
Thanks for reading.
LOVE
xxx
-J.
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