heather's journal

it's not like it's getting better
or worse, really
it's like this unfailing feeling.

and he's the only reason i went out there today
not because i wanted to see him
but because he wanted me to come out there
he wanted me to hear some song and see if i knew what it was
i didn't, but i sat there until everyone left.

and we talked as usual
about incredibly random stuff
and candace.

conversation? sure.

"so, i met your friend candace."
"did you?"
"yeah, she kind of took a liking to me."
"really?"
"mhm."
[and then like 20 minutes later]
"so tell me about candace."
"well, what do you wanna know about her?"
"everything."
"everything?"

and then we got distracted and started talking about something else.

i love candace to death
i really do and i always have
she's a sweetheart and she deserves someone amazing
but that would kill me.

i think i'd just give her david cook if i could have him.