Winking eye

I didn't sleep at all last night. Vincent and I had a wonderful talk. I felt that I should be a good sorta-not-really-girlfriend and listen to his favorite band--Rise Against. They weren't that bad! I knew them from a song on the Tony Hawk game I play. We totally bonded over music last night, which is something I didn't think would happen. Music means a lot to me, like it does to a lot of other people. Jack Johnson's lyrics inspire me and make me feel, well, happy. Vincent's music does that for him, even though, I guess, the songs aren't generally happy songs. But that band is still his favorite. For about an hour, we listened to various songs and bands that I used to like. I played him 'Angel' by Jack Johnson which reminds me of him. Every time Jack says she, I say he in my head.


It's an indescribable feeling of how I think of Vincent. My heart overfills with love for him. He means the world to me and more. I promised him that one day I would actually sing 'Angel' to him. I might; but I doubt I'll be prepared to. I sing it to myself all the time.


All I can say is, I am now done with Jamie. It's over; complete. There is no more hurt. He is a person of my past and I have finally moved on. Vincent is the most wonderful, loving, trustworthy, beautiful, caring, sweet guy I've ever, ever known. And it sounds so DAMN cliche, but it's so DAMN true! How many times have I said his about guys before and meant it? None. Only this time. I secretly knew Jamie had a hidden agenda. Stephen was wonderful and beautiful, but he was troubled and, well, he didn't want me. Vincent wants me.

I am wanted. I am beautiful to him. It's fucking awesome, seriously.