parker

i could write a book about parker. i'm not sure i could write about him, as well as i could write about the way he makes me feel, but i could try. He's inconsiderate, and immature. He doesn't clean up his messes, and he never says goodbye when he leaves. He smokes - it's a bad habit. He has a pipe that he bought from an antique store in town. He likes to enjoy a drink occassionally, and he likes to help girls enjoy a drink occassionally. He's awkward, quiet, and anti-social, and every time i think he'll be somewhere, he doesn't show up. He never shows up. I hate that. I hate him. I hate Parker. I hate him so much, and yet I love him. I love him more than I've loved anyone ever before. I can't look at him in the eyes because I'll fall apart, I can't fall asleep because every time i close my eyes i see his. I can't move on and I don't know why. I can't move on and I can't stop loving every little thing about him, even if he does mock me or never show up on time or stay in strings class long enough for me to tell him I like his shoes.