Friday, August 6, 2010

we both know


unknown

We knew it would happen.
Four years of tension and friendship.
It didn't start that way. I offered you a sip of my cider under the bridge when I was fourteen, you were fifteen, you drank half the bottle!
Dick.
I'd paid a fiver for that.
But;
I loved your very nearly arrogant self-confidence.
Your awesome intelligence.
The way you used to wear grotty holey jeans, like me.
Then we both progressed to our clean-cut eccentric styles. But knew we'd happily sit in the dust and dirt in our best clothes just because.
Your hats!
I loved that you loved hats too.
I loved that you inspired me.
I loved that you gave me your Natural Sciences hoody from uni.
I loved that you showed me Amelie.
And Breakfast at Tiffanys.
Well that's one thing we've got...
I loved that we would quote obscure song lyrics at each other to form conversations.
That I would wake up in the middle of the night to find you groggily waking up beside me and gently pulling me even closer.
That your hair was as ginger as it gets!
That your arms were just the right kind of rounded muscle.
That one of your ears stuck out at a funny angle.
That you got spots.
That we were both freckly together.
That you'd always fall asleep before me.
That you grew a moustache!! (Also ginger)
That you took me to get a pie on Valentines day :)
That our passion won't die.

I'm eating crisps on my bed right now, and your hoodie is hung on the wardrobe door opposite me.
Amelie is shut away inside the DVD case on top of my speakers behind me.
Your socks are on my desk, all crumpled.
Your hat is on the second-to-bottom shelf of my cupboard.

And I know you still have my t-shirt.
And that picture I drew.
And the wrapper from the Wensleydale cheese I bought you in return for my Valentines pie.

I love that we both know it's happening without having to even speak about it.
And I hate that we both know it's happening without having even spoken to each other in months.

30 comments:

  1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKgUq5dziEk
    thanks for the memories.

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  2. Gonna sound lame but honestly one of the most beautiful things I've heard/read in such a long time. Please cal him or whatever you can do for all of us who can't actually get this haha. It's nice to know someone out there has a chance
    http://mypeachprincess.blogspot.com
    Love,
    xx. Peach Princess ♥

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  3. Thats beautiful girl. Talk to him. If you know in your heart that it 'could' happen again then why not 'try' to make it happen.Good Luck.Good Love.

    xoxo Shari

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  4. CALL HIM no questions asked just call him and say i love you find him let him no we arnt all as luckey as that to have had such a strong bond with a bestfriend :( so find him call him kiss him and creat more memories <3

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  5. is it YOUR story?
    its so .... wonderful
    great

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  6. I can totally empathize with your feelings of anxiety. It's like we fear losing that person so much and how it might turn awkward if it didnt turn out the way we wanted it to.

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  7. Beautiful.. You've got a nice blog. Hope you will become a follower of my blog too?
    xoxo

    http://theonlyfashionprincess.blogspot.com

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  8. that picture belongs to http://sealegslegssea.tumblr.com/

    Lol i feel so bad because her pictures are always getting spammed around with no credit attached. But that's her and her boyfriend Ryan. They're relationship is amazingly perfect.

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  9. i wonder if the person i'm thinking abt is thinking abt me too today...

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  10. girl, just call him!

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  11. Oh, this story is so... wonderful. If that's the right word to use, I don't know.. But anyway; call him, girl!

    Hugs

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  12. This story seems so beautiful but i'm a bit confused, can any of the other readers clarify? Why haven't they spoken in months? Was there a break up?

    Either way, to the writer, very pretty story, it's so adorable.

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  13. sweet, last long! goodluck;D

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  14. Go after him. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for it to happen.
    That what you've described with these words is meaningful. To you. To him.

    It seems as if you're now giving up without a fight. And life's to precious to have later on regrets about something like that.

    Call him. Please, don't let something so wonderful end without a fight.

    Call him!

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  15. call him!!!!!! life is too short to not do, what you need to do.

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  16. The best piece of writing i´ve read in the last week :) Be proud.

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  17. this is cute ;) love all your blogs. they are always very lovely and stylis. keep them on.
    this particular one is so cute i am stealing it for my FB. my friend had a thing like that she willl get so chered up.

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  18. I love reading something that feels like I'm looking back on an old journal entry written by and about myself. Not because the particularities of your story match those of my past, but because you wrote with a simple personal touch that feels so sweet and tenderly intimate that is somehow so perfect that you can read it without feeling inappropriately voyeuristic. This is rare. So it feels like I must have written it myself, only for myself. So personal. So sweet.

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  19. your writing makes me feel like i am IN it...

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  20. I know exactly how it feels.

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  21. Ah wow, this was absolutely beautiful. I just came across this blog and this piece of writing made my day, it was so emotional and sad and absolutely heartbreaking. Great work.

    http://betweenmargins.blogspot.com

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  22. http://www.flickr.com/photos/sealegssnapshots/4619479049/in/set-72157624393765631/


    photo credit

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  23. I found a lot of useful data in this post!

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