Lord of the Rings
I had a habit of dating assholes. Complete and utter assholes. When I noticed the assholery, I would stop flirting and curl up on top of Mason* to ditch the future headache. He was always obliging and had the safest arms known to mankind.

Eventually, the tension was palpable but I couldn't do anything that would "threaten our friendship". Until finally, I was curled up on his lap, leeching body heat, and leaned back talking. We were talking so close our lips were brushing. I still don't know who kissed who, but it was brilliant. We made each other happier than I thought was possible, outside of movies. And we made each other more miserable than we'd ever been.

We broke up a year ago and I moved 400 miles away for school. I spent the summer looking for anyone and everyone vaguely attractive and NOT MASON. I met a sweet boy who likes to do things for me; Mason met a theatre girl who was ABSOLUTELY NOT me.

I kiss the sweet boy and think "he's a pale imitation", I snuggle down on his lap and think I'll break him. Mason calls me in tears, needing to know how to feel how he felt with me again. I just want to be happy with anyone less infuriating than him. I don't know if that can happen.

*name changed to save me embarrassment.

Apologies for rambling, I'm exhausted and should not have a computer in front of me.
(CaffeineFiend, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 6:18, Reply)