The song of the day is Drowned by Tim Minchin. Today, I've been with Sigurd for eight months. Eight fucking months. That's a long time. It's the longest time I've been in love with someone. It's really..amazing. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. So I should probably explain why I chose this song, as a lot of you might see it as a sad song.
To me, it's not. I think this song is about loving someone whom is hard to love. Someone whom is complicated, someone whom might not treat you right, but someone whom you want to fight for. I think that love is the best and strongest love. The kind of love where you stay together, even though you go through hard times..the kind of love where you fight, and at the end of the day, even though it's a hard day, you're happy. Perhaps even happier than ever. That's the kind of love Sigurd and I have..and that's why I've chosen this song.
Stay strong, guys, love will come to the one whom waits for it.
The song of the day is Some Days by The Maine. It really is an apology. I haven't been updating at all, lately, but I just haven't felt like it, because I've been super busy, and I've had way too much on my mind. There's been lots of speculations about Sigurd, and starting up in a new school, and such. It's been rough.
But, well, Sigurd and I got it all figured out now, I think. And the new school is great. I mean, I was so nervous that people wouldn't talk to me, and I'd be freaking out, but it's actually fine.. We're all a bit quiet now, but my classmates seems rather friendly, and that's a good sign, definitly. I really like that, and all the new things are super exciting. I honestly can't wait to really get started.
I'll try to blog a bit more, but I still have a lot of things to get used to and into right now. But I'll try, I promise. Stay strong, guys.
The song of the day is Friend of the Devil by Grateful Dead. I don't really know why, I've just been listening to it all day, honestly. It's a really great song, I think. As always, Grateful Dead has some awesome lyrics, with great meaning, that always brings me in a better mood. It's just simply been a boring day, honestly, lol. Sorry.
The song of the day is Still Alive by Lisa Miskovsky. First of all...I want to apologize for not writing any entrys for the last week. But my life has been..a complete mess. So many strange things has happened, I haven't been able to truly understand anything. I haven't really had any time to think.
As you all know, I slept at my ex boyfriend's house, at his couch, because I was drunk, and didn't want my parents to come get me, because it was really late. And because I thought we were friends again, as he said this to me, at the party we were both at. Next morning, he was ice cold and kicked me out. And, well, same evening, my boyfriend came home. I told him about it and such, and he understood, and said he trusted me. The next day, Thursday, I went to Århus to be with him.. My boyfriend lives out of Århus, and to get there, I have to take a bus, and then get picked up at the endstation, to get to his house. And for the first time, I took the hourlong busdrive by myself, as my boyfriend was tired and didn't want to go all the way to Århus to follow me back to his place, as he usually does. That was a big deal to me. A really big deal.
Anyway, so we were together again after 17 days of seperation, and I was so happy..but I could tell there was something wrong. My ex whom I stayed at for the night also send old naked picutres of me to Sigurd, telling me he had slept with me and such. Sigurd believed me, when I told him, that honestly, my ex just can't stop messing with my life. The next day, we went to the cinema to watch The Amazing Spiderman, and we got in a fight about wether it was a new story, or the exact same as the first movie. We fought the entire way home, and at home...and then I tried to get Sigurd to tell me what was wrong, why he wasn't happy. And.. Well, he told me he stopped loving me. And I broke to pieces. I just..broke. During the time he has spend in France, I have realized how much I love him. How I cannot live without him.
Well, we talked about it. All night. And went to bed around 4 A.M. And started talking as soon as we woke up, and talked the entire day...and eventually, when I gave up and wanted to pack my stuff and leave..he didn't want me to..because he would miss me, and feel empty if I left.. He couldn't stand the thought of never seeing me ever again, never talking to me, holding me tight, or kissing me again. And he realized he loves me, and always have.
That was quite some...bn 0fiodkcdsc+om. Yup. So it took some time to..get over it, so to speak. But now we're happy again. At least I hope so.
