learningtobreathe

It’s 2:49am, I have an 8am class, and I cannot sleep.

Story time.

I met Casey the day my boyfriend and I broke up. It was maybe 1 or 2 days before I moved into my dorm in the fall of 2007. I immediately found appeal to this guy, and I was so intrigued. I was nervous around him, shy even. I felt that we had plenty of chemistry but somewhere along the way, we lost touch.

I was miserable my first year at UNT, so I left after the spring semester of 2008. I knew I was coming back, but I wasn’t sure why. After a year and a half, I catch myself thinking of Casey every now and then. I felt a connection with him. He was appealing to me: attractive, highly intelligent, witty, respectful, and he made me want to better myself.

I always had a crush on him, but I never told him. I thought he’d think it was silly since I was a lot younger than him. Honestly, I don’t think he could ever see me as his girlfriend. Anyway, I moved back to Denton because I wanted to see him, but we had conflicting schedules, so that never happened. 

EDIT: So I was just informed that he’s currently not in the country because he took a job elsewhere. I don’t think I’ll ever see or speak with him again, and it saddens me. Not because I won’t know if he ever felt the same but because he was one of the few people I really admired.

I wish I was still apart of his life. The flashbacks are killing me.

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