i'm not over you

the only thing about the glorious summer of 2011 is that he hasn't had one part of it.
save for one sweet conversation. about a concert i didn't go to. but still sweet.

my summer has had boys, no doubt. cute, funny, but temporary. and the ones that are more permanent are stereotypical and thoughtless. they're not different like him. and after a month of hanging out with them i'm starved.

it's like eating junk food. while it's good at the time, after awhile all you feel clogged and all you want is the crisp, juicy, and clean bite of an apple.

i don't want another shallow conversation, to which you have nothing to offer.

i want to talk to him about music, cartoons, dancing, and roller coasters.

i don't want anymore of you're crude and uncreative humor.

i want his wit and insight.

boy, please go away. he's not perfect, but he's more of a man than you.