I’m sitting here on a Saturday night, and all I want is you. Funny, second evening in a row I canceled plans with friends…and I think it’s because no matter how tired I am, or no matter how much I don’t feel like getting on that metro, a night with you never seems to be a burden. Not having that quality time throws me off balance. We haven’t had it in a while. So I’m off.
Weirdest part is…we fought earlier. I was SO angry, pissed actually. And in my head I said I wasn’t going to call you, or answer your texts for a few days. But the reality is, I miss you. I miss you now. We can fight, scream, pout, be angry, but at the end of the day love trumps all.
Its’ a scary feeling. With other guys, I’d wipe it off. Go out anyways. And make sure I looked damn good doing it. But with you, it’s different. I’d rather be with you.
Love trumps my anger, my wanting to be stubborn, my wanting to dance the night away in spite of our disagreement earlier. I don’t know. Maybe this means I’m ready…