- Boyfriend: Go to sleep!
- Me: The night is young.
- Boyfriend: It's six-thirty in the morning.
Hello. Name's Salem. As usual, my blog is what the inside of my head looks like.
I really need to follow through with being mad at you.
Tonight I had a drink with Matches.
Well, I drank. He was the designated driver.
It started out very fun.
We danced and sang and laughed.
About towards the end, I started crying.
This didn’t mean it stopped being fun.
It felt very nice.
He understood what I had to say, and he cried and had a few things to say as well.
It was a time when drinking and crying weren’t a bad mix. We pretty much just agreed that we’re soulmates.
That even if we can’t be together, separated by dueling personalities, we knew that we loved each other, and that we will always love each other.
My love is exactly like a summer’s day
Never knowing what you’ll see
Never guessing what will be
The only constant is change
Mysterious clouds conceal
Glittering raindrops cover shine
Rare moments, a favorite of mine,
A blue sky revealed
This is so perfect. My man will love this. God this is beautiful.
Oh my. Thank you so much! I hope he does.
It’s heartbreaking really.
To be able to see the changes in someone with multiple personalities. To feel that change.
You can stare right at them and completely see a different person, even if nothing has physically changed.
It’s scary that that can happen to a person.
They’ve been through so much, and then… snap.
Life is a bit hectic when your true love is stuck inside someone else’s body.
relationship status: (drives through the night while 80s synthpop plays in the background)
Not gonna lie, I’m slightly disappointed that they didn’t even devote 2 minutes of the episode to the characters marveling in the modern day amenities once they got back…. showers? soap? television? toilets? real food? Their reactions would have been priceless.
So, Matches came back for a visit, I guess.
Which means he isn’t dead.
Although I’m excited to have spoken to him again, it’s just going to make it harder when I can’t anymore.
I got what I needed though.
I needed to see if he remembered me, if he still loved me, and I needed to say goodbye this time.
I wish he didn’t have to go.