Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I said it. Not the "L" word. But something that might mark the start of it. I was scared. I still am. I have my doubts. "I think you're in love with the concept of a girlfriend than you are truly in love with me"
Was it too quick to spring on him? I don't know. I'm so lost and dazed and confused and uncertain and nervous. And worst of all I only get to see him once more before he leaves for his trip till Sunday. Thinking about it makes me a tad sad. Something I'm not used to.
In case of confusion, that wsan't the line I insinuated with the first sentence. But I said it anyhow as we were sitting in the cold, pitch black and tree branches rustling. I think I overthink these things, but it's only because I want to fall in it with as much joy as I can scrounge up in my descent.
I don't know how to end this post. Prolly an apt metaphor for my thoughts. I'm just going to ...
