I think my volleyball team set an unbelievable record this season, 18 losses, without a single match win, and more astoundingly, not a single game win. I'm glad the torture is over, and that I can start allowing my finger to heal, and now I actually have free time with which I will be doing homework and spending more time with Tim.
Hm. Tim. How did that happen? An ex? One month relationship? We broke up by ignoring each other. I guess that's a good way to sort of bookmark someone. We had unresolved issues. We didn't blow up and yell at each other, we didn't even talk. Amazingly, I had one of his old cell phones and his hoodie till August, when we had broken up last October. So...we met so I could return his stuff, essentially. Ended up getting high. Guess he really didn't have to work on that paper that night. And...we totally fell for each other. Whatever happened or didn't happen last year set us up for something really great. We've even been together for a while now. I don't know how I could allow this, I didn't think I could feel this way again. But he earned it. And I guess I earned it from him. Just the basic desire to hang out then to hold hands then to kiss then to whatever (wink wink) and then here we are, and he's my best friend, I want to buy stuff for him, I want to do 50 on Kelly Drive even if I get a ticket, I want to hang out with HIS friends, I want to call him, I want to text him, I want to be able to contact him every second of every day, I want to take road trips with him, I want to smoke his weed and unbefuckingleivable? I want to clean his apartment, buy him groceries, talk about him to my parents, save for his Christmas present and look nice and smell good and what is wrong with me?
I said never again but...here it is. It's not suffocating, I can absolutely be independent. Our finances are equal. We both have T-mobile. (What are the odds?) And I know him so well. I am not in love with him because I do not know him, and he's a mystery (typical Kim behavior) but because I KNOW HIM. The same stupid jokes, the showing off, the insecurities, the dreams, the playlists, I know the stories behind them all, Angela and Jill, and his dog and his sister and his parents and it's interesting to me and I don't look at anyone else anymore.
He's not perfect; he went to see Thursday tonight! HAH. But...but...but...I was compelled to write about it all, and I've never known anyone this supportive, this nice, this friendly. The first guy my sister ever liked. He acted for me in a goddamned short film for a commu class. That's love.
Uh, anyway, I have a lot more free time now, Leeann and Jessie I miss you and Jackie you too, you should come visit me and Colin at work on a Sunday. Hope all you guys are doing as well as I am.