I met this guy, DeeDee, and for the past two weeks he's been a constant in my life and now he's gone and its messing with my head. I want to pop over to J-Fizzle's house unexpectedly to see him, but I can't (see him that is) because he's going to Hawaii or Nebraska or somewhere tomorrow so he and J-Fizzle are down in SF right now living it up. He might be back though to work at my church, but you never know and I'd rather not get all excited because I always do that and then my expectations aren't met and I feel like a fool and I hurt my heart. I made him a card as a sort of goodbye and thanks kind of thing. I made an envelope to put the card in and I put one of my favorite crosses in it as well, for something to remember me by. I don't expect him to wear it, even if he just looks at it every once in a while and kind of remembers "that blonde girl that is friends with J-Fizzle" would be ok. And even though I've only known him for two weeks (give or take a day or two) I totally feel like I can trust him. I've always wanted to travel the world and he's rekindled the drive I need in which to actually do it. I'd love to go on a missions trip with him and a group. I think that'd be a lot of fun and helpful for me and discovering who I am more in detail and for the people I meet and ideally give hope to.
My friends make fun of my because I like him. I don't see whats so funny though. He's older than me yes, but he isn't too mature or stuck up and I think he appreciates my personality, at least in part or the part he knows, which is nice. J-Fizzle always tells me that I deserve the best and I believe that I do. I don't know if DeeDee is the best but I know that I like him and he makes me happy and he's an all-around good sort of guy, which makes him good enough for me. I just hope he doesn't get the wrong idea from my goodbye present thing. It wasn't a proclamation of love or undying devotion or anything like that. It was just an "I appreciate you" kind of thing. I'm sure he understands that. I'll have to ask J-Fizzle about it at a later date, like tomorrow when he gets back.
Adios
Heather
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