whats your opinion on that /other/ attractive male pokemon professor? yknow, the one that speaks baguette? oui oui omelette du fromage ect ect
Look, is there some secret club for these professor guys?? How do they all know each other?!
Anyways, Sycamore’s pretty cool. I guess.
Took me to buy a few new shirts out in the city the first night I got to Lumiose. (And have you BEEN to Lumiose?! One’a those stupid shirts was more than I made in two months back in Alola! The guy must be loaded!) I got like a whole new wardrobe now. It’s crazy.
Never mind that I could barely understand a word he was sayin’. And the cologne on him was so strong I almost suffocated.
i’m trying not to let it in. it’s just that every time i look at you i feel something different. i know it’s silly because summer is coming like a boulder down a mountain. but i see you and think of better futures. my horoscope says “You want to tell a loved one just how much you care about them, but you can’t find the words.“ what words would there be. when i’m around you everything is lighter and i forget how to talk about things. i want to impress you too much to speak. i know it’s silly. today’s love sign says “You just need to walk past the fear, and all will be well.” what about if i kiss you. what about if i ruin this whole thing. there’s bruises on me from the last time we held on to it. that’s the thing about wounds, see. they still hurt in the morning.
We were such a small moment in time you and I; Like a freeze-frame in a life sequence or a snapshot of a perfect happy moment frozen within a painting. And when all you have is that painting… that single unchanging image of the past, you look at it over and over again imposing different things on it every time.
For me – that painting was everything. It was as if being with you was the whole reason for my existence… like loving you was the one thing I was always meant to do. It was my one single perfect creation… the one thing I ever did right. And I’m so obsessed with it I keep repainting it, over and over again – every day. Just that same picture of you and me in the past, over and over just with different emotional filters imposing different meanings on it each time depending on how I’m feeling.
When I’m happy I feel like it all meant something. I’m grateful for the experience and I wish you nothing but happiness… When I’m sad I feel like I’m being punished for something I did wrong… like I wasn’t good enough and I just want to go back and set things right… When I’m angry I feel like it was all a lie and you never cared about me at all. I feel like I was used and abused and then thrown away like a toy you didn’t want anymore. But – like it or not – we are in the past now… So it is always the same unchanging picture… it’s just the way I’m looking at it at the time that changes how I see it…
And though I tell myself to move on… to paint another picture without you in it like you are undoubtedly doing with me… I can’t help but wonder how often you look back at what we used to be… and just what light you see it in…