Going for the shower, I saw Patrick in his bunk. We we're alone in the bus...''Perhaps I should tell him now?'' I thought. But then I checked again, he was sleeping. I stood there for a little while, looking at him. He's so perfect. And he thinks exactly the contrary of himself. I don't know how I could be so blind before. Oh...if he only knew. It would be easier. If he could guess what's going on in my brain once in a while. While I'm staring, gazing at him. While I think of how well I am with him when we're playing video games or talking music. ...More like ''arguing music''. We're never totally in sync but we always end up being on the same track. I let him have his way and do my best lyrically. That way, we both give our best. Results have been wonderful since I've known what I truly feel for him. He gets the emotion I'm passing through. That's one thing I don't understand; he gets my lyrics (about him) but not what I think of him now!
However, after my shower I didn't sleep well...Patrick kept snoring. It's kind of cute. But still...not very sleep inducing. He kept moving around, mumbling about something I couldn't grasp. He said my name once...I don't think much of it. It's not the first time he does that. But this once, my heart stopped and I listened in but nothing came after, as usual. Still, I was there, holding my breath, waiting, hoping for him to say something. I stayed like that for some time.
[I couldn't sleep much. It was dream after nightmare, after dream...or something like that. Contrarily to what I thought, sleep didn't do much good at all. I woke up tired and frustrated at 3h00 am and went in the ''kitchen'' of the bus. Not Andy or Joe was back. I guess they decided to stay at their girls' place. I grabbed myself a glass of cranberry juice (what's that doing in the refrigerator any way?) and chugged it half way. I was still thinking about how Pete acted with me when I proposed to look over some of the lyrics he just had handed in; ''No, no, its fine, do whatever you want with it! You probably understand it better then I do any way''. How could I even understand any of it? A love song when he's single? I could've got why a kind of declaration of some kind but...he hasn't looked at a girl in weeks! I heard some one get down from bed and walk a particular demarche towards here.
Pete. Of course.
