There are days when I wonder if you know me at all, and even care to.
Then there are days where I really feel like you really just...fit...right in my mind.
Like...maybe I can say something and you get it, but someone else wouldn't.
It's totally odd. I can talk to you in ways I can't with others. Like, really talk. Or just talk about nothing at all, but it all means just as much to me.
Funny right? I don't mind expressing myself to you, which I've been finding more difficulty doing with alot of people. I don't mind telling secrets to you, or telling you about myself.
Yes, there are days that I wonder if you even listen to all the things we talk about. Then there are the days when you actually remind me of conversations we had. That always excites me. I like memories.
But it seems to be a trend that any day I'd pass up almost anything (some things I could just never pass up...like a one on one date with Johnny Depp or a trip to Arizona to see Christine) to just have a good conversation with you. Fuck superficial hellos, I actually give a shit to know what you've legitamately thought about this afternoon.
Maybe I'm just totally insane. That's actually much more probable than everything else.
But really. That's the feeling I get.
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