DeliriusDreamer

Don't Think or Judge. Just Listen
2015-01-12 23:45:33 (UTC)

These images in my head.

I have these visions sometimes. Not the "I can see the future" visions, more like images, things I want I guess. It's probably just the girl in me who has read to many young adult novels, but I get these snapshots of what I want my future relationship to be like.

The guy in the scenarios changes faces depending on my mood (so let's call him Jake for now, since I don't know any Jakes), sometimes he's just faceless, but recently he's been taking Grounder's face a lot...

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I'm singing my lungs out to Eminem's Mockingbird when I have to stop at a red light. I jump a little when I feel Jake's hand cover mine on the shift stick, but I try not to let it show. He lowers the music until it's just a faint hum in the background. "Dreamer," he says. I an hear the smile in his words, "stop singing for just a sec and look at me." I do as he says and I'm surprised my how close his face is to mine, our lips only a few inches apart. He closes the distance quickly, giving me a hard, closed-mouthed kiss. My brain goes completely blank and his lips are gone before I can respond. I stare at him, open mouthed, trying to understand what just happened. "Dreamer" he says again, smirking. I manage a faint huh sound, still dazed. "The light's green, you have to drive."
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It's a little after 7 o'clock, Christmas Eve, and I'm sitting on the church bench, trying to hide my yawn. I'm not a very churchy person, but my mother is, and I know how important it is for her, so I just want to make her happy. The kids finally kind of quieted down. ThingTwo is on Sergeant's lap, playing with a little toy car we brought him. ThingOne is right beside me, looking through the song booklet. I feel Jake's fingers thread through mine between us on the wooden bench and I smile. I give a little squeeze at his hand and we look at each other. I know he would also rather not be here, but I'm really glad he came with me, even if it's only so my parents will like him more. He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles, before setting it down on my lap, not letting go. At this moment, I know what love is.
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I know it's very sappy and romantic, but these images just kind of hit me in the face when I was driving home from University and when I was sitting in church on Christmas Eve. I just wanted to write them out cuz it's the kind of thing I don't want to forget later on...

Okay so, moving on. I went to a party last Saturday, with my friends from Uni. I got a little drunk, but not too much. We played a (drinking) game called sociables and one guy asked me what I thought was a weird thing that turned me on (sociables is kind of like truth or dare, mixed with other things). I admitted to him (well, them technically cuz everyone was playing, although not many people were listening from what I noticed) that my tattoo was really really sensitive to people touching it, like sexually sensitive. Yeah. So that happened. A bunch of us also went to the club after, so that was really fun. It was my first time actually going out! My feet hurt from dancing by the time I left 0.0

Well, that's pretty much all, Dear Diary. Goodnight :)




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