Tis The Faerie
Stuffs.... and Stuff
At this very moment, I am talking to a nice young man. I
met him the night I first kissed Taylor. Or he first
kissed me. I don't remember which. It doesn't matter
I remember standing there in that line and seeing him... He
seemed so much older than me, but he is younger than me.
He's cute though ^.^ He IMed me a few hours ago. He's
sweet and intelligent. It's so nice to be able to have an
intelligent conversation with someone. He seems rather
Taylor told me he likes everyone, which is rather funny, I
think. He assured me that he wouldn't hit on me because he
likes Sonny, and that's a very gentlemanly thing to do.
Unlike Taylor... I mean, Taylor's great to talk to about
problems and whatnot, but if I ever mention feeling for
someone he seems to put up shields. So I just talk to Izzy
and others about stuff like that.
He (not Taylor, the other he) writes magnificently. I read
some of his writings, and I was simply blown away. I used
to be able to write that well. There are some entries in
which I write wonderfully, but the only other person I know
who can equal him is Mecca. Some of the things that she
has written have caused both blood and tears to flow
freely, as well as my own inspiration. She was the reason
I began expressing myself through writing again. She
opened me up to my catharsis.
He is nice to talk to. Very pleasant. He makes me feel
rather smiley. Well, Taylor couldn't sleep, so he came
back. I don't think I'm going to go to sleep for a while.
I wish Sonny had called me though. I miss him more than I
can say. And he's going to Izzy's house tomorrow (but he
doesn't know it yet) if I don't go to his... or even if I
do because he needs to meet Izzy ^.^