I’m not sleeping right now, even though I should be. My mind is too full. I do not mind this, however, because my mind is full of you.
I think back to memories of such significance and importance, so full to the brim with colour and emotion and intensity. Feelings I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel. Feelings I can’t imagine ever wanting someone else to make me feel.
I toss and turn under my sheets with the memory of how much sounder I sleep next to you; of reaching across and touching you ever so softly, not wanting to wake you. I’d want to remind myself you were there. I’d want to remind myself that you were mine, and that you trusted me enough to lay naked next to me. Me and no one else.
Everyday I fall deeper into my memories of you. Fall deeper into my desire to make new memories as rich and deep as the ones we’ve made before.
Everyday I love you.
Everyday I slip deeper into you, forgetting the world and the people around me, wanting to give myself to only you.
You planted seeds in my lungs.
Even though the flowers that grew are beautiful, I need your help to breath.
But that’s okay.
I’m sat here in my pants on a Thursday afternoon. The window is open and I can hear the sounds of cars rushing past outside. A strange feeling comes over me, one that I haven’t felt for almost a year now. A strange twinge of nostalgia, but also hope and familiarity, like seeing the face of someone you love after a long time away from them; a feeling I know well. It’s a feeling of happiness, a memory of better times hinting at the possibility of an improvement. It feels like I haven’t got long to wait.. wait for what I don’t know, but I know it’s soon. It reminds me of things I love, and things I used to hate. It’s simultaneously like being with someone you love, and like wishing you had that person close to share it with. It’s a crazy mix of colours. I like it.
Keep doing whatever you’re doing.
Twenty fifteen was good year, over all. A lot of positive things happened during it. I think, of all my years, it’s the one in which I’ve grown most as a person. I’ve learnt a lot about myself, a lot about other people and a lot about life. It’s not really all black and white anymore, it took me a long time to work that out.
But most of all I’ve learnt how to feel. I remembered what joy feels like and I remembered how to pursue it. I have a particular someone to thank for that, and perhaps they know who they are.
But most of all, 2015 has been a year of firsts.
I got properly drunk for the first time, which, while not a pleasant experience, certainly wasn’t the last time. I got involved in my first serious relationship, something I’m taking into the new year with me, which was certainly positive. While no relationship is perfect all the time, the inperfections are the kind of things that just make us human. In a way, they just make the relationship seem more real, rather than have a negative impact on anything. Another first, one that came of this, was having sex for the first time. While I won’t go into detail about that, I feel it’s important to note. Some people see it as a milestone at least. Another first was shaving for the first time. While I’m sure most would agree I left it far too long, it did happen this year.
I learnt a lot about myself in 2015. I learnt that I was depressed, and that that was ok, so long as I tried to do something about it. I learnt that not everyone’s head works in exactly the same way as mine. Of course I knew this too an extent before, but I feel like 2015 is the first year where this really had a great impact on me. I’ve had to help a lot of people, and be helped by a lot of people. I’ve been trusted a great deal and had to trust a great deal. I’ve been quite a few people’s best friend. It’s something I’ll say I’m proud of.
Perhaps one of the most significant things I learnt about myself in 2015 was my true sexuality. However, it’s not as clear cut as simply learning it. I think what I really learned was that it’s okay. Ever since I’ve been old enough to feel an attraction to anyone, gender has never come into the equasion. I am a perfect Bi-Sexual, a 50/50 split. I am not on a stepping stone to being gay. I am not just confused or curious. I just don’t care which set of genitals a partner has. Never have, never will. Accepting that was hard. I suppressed it for a long time, only allowing myself to be interested in girls and just shrugging off any interest in boys as being confused. Speaking honestly, it caused a lot of pain and confusion suppressing that side of me. I’m glad I am now sure of who I am.
And finally, 2015 was the year I became an adult. I am now eighteen years old. I can do anything any adult can do, reguardless of whether I am mature enough or feel like I should be able to. I still, however, exist in the limbo that is being a teenager. I have time and freedom, yet nothing to do with that time and no real way to exercise that freedom. Sure, I can buy the odd bottle of booze and see violent movies. But other than that, nothing’s really changed.
So I look to the future. To 2016. The first full year in which I’ll be an adult. I’ll see my mum turn 50. I’ll see my first aniversary with the girl I love (assuming she puts up with me for that long). I’ll see myself mature a years worth again. For the first time ever, the future doesn’t look scary. I’ll see you there.
The old webhost deleted all my stuff. Including all the blog posts. Which is kinda a shame. Pretty sure I’ll write some more stuff and post it here, though.