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Sunday, August 28, 2005
Matthew.
((((((WRITTEN AUG. 25)))))))
So, seeing as my parents now know about Matt, I suppose I can talk about him in my blogs. Which is a comfort, because it gives me an outlet for all these cooped-up, though wonderful, feelings.
Matthew. He's eighteen, but his birthday was this month. The 13th of August. He graduated highschool a couple years ago; three-year plan. He's smart. Mature. Caring. A total sweetheart. And damn hot.
He is able to comfort me in a nearly frightening way. When I learned of Mendez' passing, everything seemed fake, threatening. The only tie to sanity, to the real world, that I had was Matt. He kept me from breaking completely. And when I saw him this Monday, the day after I heard about Mendez, well...
Before he got to the mall, I spent about 45 minutes on a bench, going from crying to trying not to scream. The moment he got there, the second we hugged, I was perfect. The world was in order. There was no such thing as sorrow.
It's amazing how much the world can change at the presence of a single person. An affectionate touch, that loving smile. It just kinda knocks me over and kicks me in the ribs. The overwhelming force of Matt's general existence is...more than I feel I deserve sometimes. My heart races when our hands clasp. My blood starts blaring through my body, and my senses feel wired. It's genuinely amazing.
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