He told me he went out with another girl and that he really had a good time. I spent the next half hour trying to console myself into not caring. Then he texts me and tells me she’s not the one, and won’t ever be. And I’m back where I started.
Here I thought I was over him like that. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this…but I love it too…
I mention this boy every now and then who I say I like. He’s that fit guy, who was on the soccer scholarship and runs like 5 miles a day for fun. From here on I’m going to start referring to him as Fitboy, because you’ll probably be seeing more of him in my posts. We met three months ago and quickly became friends, like really good friends, and I’m content with that, really. But that’s not what this post is about. This post is about living.
Fitboy and I have decided that it’s our mutual responsibility to change the others life. We’ve undertaken the task of making sure we both live life to the fullest and happiest that we can. You see, we live similar lives. Something of the likes that can be summed up in the phrase “life on the run”. We’re always working/studying and claim to never have time for anybody, but that’s not true. We’ve talked about it and realized that we both are afraid of meeting, making and maintaing new relationships, both romantic and platonic. It’s this fear that keeps us from taking the time from our self-imposed busy schedules to meet new people. The thing is, nobody has ever questioned either of our ways of life until we each pointed out the other’s flaws. So, we’re challenging each other to live more and are going to support each other along the way. I can only see positive things from this. :)
First thing on the agenda? There’s this 5k called the caveman crawl in June, it’s only kind of awesome looking and we’re so doing it. We’re also planning some other adventures, but those are in progress.