i'd be coming home to you

If we lived in a world where good things happened to me, I'd be looking forward to seeing you in about 4 days.

But we don't.

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

"And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead"

We are cowards. We are scared. We never say what really needs to be said.

Sometimes it feels as if you're just barely squeezing you're way out of it. You struggle. You fight the words that want to come out, and it's almost painfully obvious.

I wish you'd let them out.

Because let's face it: I'm afraid too. But I need you to be the strong one on this. Your words came so close, and I could feel it.. But it never happened.
We are all waiting for something.

the truth comes out

"That's the funny thing about the truth. It always does."

I re-read Dear John today, simply because I was bored and I'm looking forward to seeing the movie when it comes out in February. I cried and cried and cried. Let's face it, I'm a sucker for romantic novels (Nicholas Sparks, you get me every time). But in a sense, it reminded me of myself. Now, my story isn't as nearly as dramatic or tragic in any sense whatsoever, but the similarities are there, and it made me indescribably sad. I'm such a nerd.

Anyways, if you've seen the trailer for it, you should definitely read the book. It's so good. Even better the second time around.

Friday was the best day I've had since the beginning of this year. Children's Theater was a blast, I've never felt more like a celebrity. Kids are so darn cute. The big Lancer/Bell game was exciting and crazy, and it was a close game but we lost 27-22. We always come so close. Whatever, I still love being a Lancer. <3