"I Never Thought I'd Catch A Writer With No Words" (2013)
Original Story
February 19, 2016
*Originally written on May 10, 2013*
Where to begin with this story...god. The very, very abridged version.
It all started during the first week of my last semester in college. I sat in a communication class and saw a cute brunette girl with a big smile walk into class and sit in the second row, one aisle to my left. I had finally gotten myself together and was completely, solely focused on that last semester of classes as my intention was to do a last minute boost of my GPA in order to get into the Master's program I wanted.
A couple of weeks had gone by and our first big assignment in that class, a lengthy paper, was due in a couple of days. This girl came up to me randomly after that day and had asked if I wanted to work with her and a group of her friends on the paper. As someone who considers themselves a loner, the request was not one I would usually consider, but I figured I should give it a shot and so I did.
To sum up that story, the night went well and she and I hit it off quite well. There was a budding something between us at the time.
As the weeks progressed, she and I became much closer and she turned out to be one of the best people I had encountered not only on campus, but in life. True story. We had established that she was dating someone and I was okay with it at the time until she and I were constantly texting and hanging out quite often outside of classes. I even helped her prepare her British accent for a project she had to work on in another class. I went to support her through that as well.
Honestly, one of my favorite times during my four years there was that whole build-up to that night.
Afterwards, she asked if I'd like to go to the bar with her to celebrate a job well done. I passed, but later got a text message that night that read, "I have to be careful around you. You're dangerous." I think we all know what that meant.
It was no secret that there were feelings between the two of us as the time passed and with the semester dwindling down, I was finding myself more concerned with that relationship than that I had originally focused on; my schooling.
It all came to a head when one day I asked her to meet me after class out on the popular viewpoint of my university, overlooking the river. We met and I sat on the ground, professing everything that was in my head and heart. She sat there, behind me but within peripheral vision, and was gracious enough to take in my crazy sounding ramblings. She responded back with her side and I respected it, but I didn't necessarily agree with it, but that was out of pure stubbornness. I knew she was doing the right thing the whole time, I just wished I was in the right spot.
There were moments of very awkward silence and then I uttered, "I'm speechless. Honestly." In amazement and in an attempt to lighten the mood, she said the title of this song.
--
Fast-forward a week later and she was engaged. The encounter that day in class was indescribable. A numbness from both sides for different reasons.
--
The last lines are simply a physical exhaustion caused by emotional exhaustion. And very true. I walked home no problem, but it took almost ten minutes to climb up the thirty-three stairs to my apartment.
Without further adieu:
*Originally written on May 10, 2013*
Where to begin with this story...god. The very, very abridged version.
It all started during the first week of my last semester in college. I sat in a communication class and saw a cute brunette girl with a big smile walk into class and sit in the second row, one aisle to my left. I had finally gotten myself together and was completely, solely focused on that last semester of classes as my intention was to do a last minute boost of my GPA in order to get into the Master's program I wanted.
A couple of weeks had gone by and our first big assignment in that class, a lengthy paper, was due in a couple of days. This girl came up to me randomly after that day and had asked if I wanted to work with her and a group of her friends on the paper. As someone who considers themselves a loner, the request was not one I would usually consider, but I figured I should give it a shot and so I did.
To sum up that story, the night went well and she and I hit it off quite well. There was a budding something between us at the time.
As the weeks progressed, she and I became much closer and she turned out to be one of the best people I had encountered not only on campus, but in life. True story. We had established that she was dating someone and I was okay with it at the time until she and I were constantly texting and hanging out quite often outside of classes. I even helped her prepare her British accent for a project she had to work on in another class. I went to support her through that as well.
Honestly, one of my favorite times during my four years there was that whole build-up to that night.
Afterwards, she asked if I'd like to go to the bar with her to celebrate a job well done. I passed, but later got a text message that night that read, "I have to be careful around you. You're dangerous." I think we all know what that meant.
It was no secret that there were feelings between the two of us as the time passed and with the semester dwindling down, I was finding myself more concerned with that relationship than that I had originally focused on; my schooling.
It all came to a head when one day I asked her to meet me after class out on the popular viewpoint of my university, overlooking the river. We met and I sat on the ground, professing everything that was in my head and heart. She sat there, behind me but within peripheral vision, and was gracious enough to take in my crazy sounding ramblings. She responded back with her side and I respected it, but I didn't necessarily agree with it, but that was out of pure stubbornness. I knew she was doing the right thing the whole time, I just wished I was in the right spot.
There were moments of very awkward silence and then I uttered, "I'm speechless. Honestly." In amazement and in an attempt to lighten the mood, she said the title of this song.
--
Fast-forward a week later and she was engaged. The encounter that day in class was indescribable. A numbness from both sides for different reasons.
--
The last lines are simply a physical exhaustion caused by emotional exhaustion. And very true. I walked home no problem, but it took almost ten minutes to climb up the thirty-three stairs to my apartment.
Without further adieu:
"I Never Thought I'd Catch A Writer With No Words"
They say, “Time heals all wounds.”
Last time I checked,
Seconds are not sutures.
Minutes are not casts.
Hours are not crutches
And days are not therapy.
I never knew it’d take this long
To crawl back up the stairs.
-end-
Last time I checked,
Seconds are not sutures.
Minutes are not casts.
Hours are not crutches
And days are not therapy.
I never knew it’d take this long
To crawl back up the stairs.
-end-
I know I told you I'd never say it back then, but I guess I will here: I'm happy for you.
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