Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Carpenter: juice box love

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I had traded in my feelings of pride and self respect for feelings of passion.
I'd been late-nighting with the Carpenter...
Something about his realist mind pulls me in. Mind blowing conversations about life, and the things in it, kept me coming back for more. His realist views countered my free bird and crazy humor so naturally and perfectly.

He has his quirks too. He has this funny strut when he walks. and he likes juice boxes - quirky and immature?

He would asked me for a juice box every morning that he stayed over. It was like "His Thing" that he just always did. and so I bought some. is that sad? I'm now buying groceries for my F*** buddies...

It's like play ground love. We could drink our juice box together and talk about what we want to be when we grow up. I've given up on thinking he could ever be a serious adult or relationship partner. He's just one of those guys you enjoy, then let go, so another girl can enjoy him.

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