Means A Lot To Me
John was sitting on the couch talking to me in the middle of Lorna's living room. It was her birthday. I wasn't sitting on the couch next to him, though, because Lindsay and Chris were occupying that particular spot. I sat on the floor next to him, having one of the most pleasant conversations I'd ever had.
At one point, everyone brought out glow-sticks and silly string and began, as Lorna called it, "moshing." "Moshing" refers to when all of Lorna's friends play metal really loudly on a stereo and begin jumping on each other and fighting and such in the middle of the floor. The glow-sticks and silly string were kind of used as weapons.
Although this "moshing" looked terribly fun, I decided that I would much rather talk to John. As the rest of our present company rolled around on the floor, John and I stood off to the side of the room, enjoying our little talk.
Lindsay and Chris were, shall we say, expressing their love for each other in a less verbal way. John and I were both watching them, and then we looked at each other and started laughing.
I'm not quite sure why we had found it funny, but it just might have had something to do with the fact that we were going out. Which still doesn't exactly explain it, but I suppose you would just have to be us to get it.
All thoughts of what Aaron had told me vanished as the night went on. I never really bothered asking John about it, at least not that night, because I had completely forgotten everything else. Nothing mattered except hearing his voice. I did find out later, though, that he hadn't asked Aaron to say anything to me at all. It had apparently been a mere misusage of emphasis on a word on Aaron's part, and a bit of an overreaction on my own.
The entire night, all we did was sit around talking. It was lovely. It was almost as though nobody else was even at the party, because I barely spoke to anyone exept him.
When mom came to pick me up, John just touched me lightly on the shoulder and smiled at me. I'm not sure why, but it had been one of the most meaningful gestures I'd ever seen. He hadn't spent the whole night looking for a spare moment to become less verbal with me. If anything, we had done the complete opposite.
It's one of those things that just means a lot to me.
At one point, everyone brought out glow-sticks and silly string and began, as Lorna called it, "moshing." "Moshing" refers to when all of Lorna's friends play metal really loudly on a stereo and begin jumping on each other and fighting and such in the middle of the floor. The glow-sticks and silly string were kind of used as weapons.
Although this "moshing" looked terribly fun, I decided that I would much rather talk to John. As the rest of our present company rolled around on the floor, John and I stood off to the side of the room, enjoying our little talk.
Lindsay and Chris were, shall we say, expressing their love for each other in a less verbal way. John and I were both watching them, and then we looked at each other and started laughing.
I'm not quite sure why we had found it funny, but it just might have had something to do with the fact that we were going out. Which still doesn't exactly explain it, but I suppose you would just have to be us to get it.
All thoughts of what Aaron had told me vanished as the night went on. I never really bothered asking John about it, at least not that night, because I had completely forgotten everything else. Nothing mattered except hearing his voice. I did find out later, though, that he hadn't asked Aaron to say anything to me at all. It had apparently been a mere misusage of emphasis on a word on Aaron's part, and a bit of an overreaction on my own.
The entire night, all we did was sit around talking. It was lovely. It was almost as though nobody else was even at the party, because I barely spoke to anyone exept him.
When mom came to pick me up, John just touched me lightly on the shoulder and smiled at me. I'm not sure why, but it had been one of the most meaningful gestures I'd ever seen. He hadn't spent the whole night looking for a spare moment to become less verbal with me. If anything, we had done the complete opposite.
It's one of those things that just means a lot to me.
posted by Diary of a Ghost at 3:54 PM
2 Comments:
Wow....
See now I am going to add the statement
"You are lucky"
You see, life has been particularly hard on me. Guys hate my guts because I am different. Strange you might say, and I love being "strange". But if I want a guy, like your John. A guy who doesn't care about making-out all the time,(I am praying to god that that was what you were talking about!), and has actual conversation.
That's what I wish.
By the way, you are really awesome. Get a job at awesomeness, because you would SUCK at jerk-e-ness.
Hmm I love the idea behind this website, very unique.
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