Red emotions in a glass
I walk into work today and Nick was there. He wasn’t in the room when I got there.
Oookaay.
By the time he came back I was sitting at my desk getting ready for the day.
I made a couple of urgent calls then I realised that I haden’t got my book from my pidgion hole.
I stood up and walked over. I looked up at it and stoped. It seemed like I stopped for about six or seven seconds but I guess it was just about five.
My stunned reaction must have been obvious. He put the DVD I leant him in it and didn’t say anything. I guess because I stopped, took it down looked at it then I hear – I “responded to your email.”
I was taken aback.
I just felt like he had steped on me – again.
I just wish I knew what was his deal.
I came home at the end of the day and surprise surprise he haden’t.
Nothing. Nothing.
ok.
He’s working tomorrow. I don’t know what to say. I stammered when he answered the phone this morning when I called saying I may be a little late.
I wasn’t expecting it.
Why would he tell me that he returned my email when clearly - he didn’t.
There is no grey area. It’s is simple – yes or no. Black or white.
I want to get over this. I want to stop thinking about it. I know I can but it dosen’t stop myself from being totally guttered. I feel like he’s stomping all over me.
When I realised he was at work this morning – my heart sped up and I wanted to see him but at the same time I was apprenhisive.
Now – well I’m BUI (blogging under the influence – red wine) and I’m just wanting to hear from him – yet I know it won’t happen.
Eve. Called him last night - he want’s to be set up with one of my friends. I said no.
I wouldn’t anyone I know going out with him. I think all of my friends could defiantly find someone with more… respect and just really someone who is nice. I wouldn’t recommend him to anyone.
I feel the effects of this very nice red wine and I haven’t had a drink for a very very long time... the effects are nice.... heavy arms, tingly cheeks,heavy head and legs.
......
Oh Nick.
I miss you.
.....
Shame.
He'll never read this.
Oookaay.
By the time he came back I was sitting at my desk getting ready for the day.
I made a couple of urgent calls then I realised that I haden’t got my book from my pidgion hole.
I stood up and walked over. I looked up at it and stoped. It seemed like I stopped for about six or seven seconds but I guess it was just about five.
My stunned reaction must have been obvious. He put the DVD I leant him in it and didn’t say anything. I guess because I stopped, took it down looked at it then I hear – I “responded to your email.”
I was taken aback.
I just felt like he had steped on me – again.
I just wish I knew what was his deal.
I came home at the end of the day and surprise surprise he haden’t.
Nothing. Nothing.
ok.
He’s working tomorrow. I don’t know what to say. I stammered when he answered the phone this morning when I called saying I may be a little late.
I wasn’t expecting it.
Why would he tell me that he returned my email when clearly - he didn’t.
There is no grey area. It’s is simple – yes or no. Black or white.
I want to get over this. I want to stop thinking about it. I know I can but it dosen’t stop myself from being totally guttered. I feel like he’s stomping all over me.
When I realised he was at work this morning – my heart sped up and I wanted to see him but at the same time I was apprenhisive.
Now – well I’m BUI (blogging under the influence – red wine) and I’m just wanting to hear from him – yet I know it won’t happen.
Eve. Called him last night - he want’s to be set up with one of my friends. I said no.
I wouldn’t anyone I know going out with him. I think all of my friends could defiantly find someone with more… respect and just really someone who is nice. I wouldn’t recommend him to anyone.
I feel the effects of this very nice red wine and I haven’t had a drink for a very very long time... the effects are nice.... heavy arms, tingly cheeks,heavy head and legs.
......
Oh Nick.
I miss you.
.....
Shame.
He'll never read this.
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