Tuesday, December 24, 2013


"I like you and I'd like to see you. Maybe steal kisses. But I'm not ready to make promises." All that made so much sense at the time and although it wasn't exactly what I was looking for, I figured because it was honest, I could work with it. Boy, did I get the surprise of my life!

Now I can barely get a response from him. I find myself disecting everything he's ever said. I'm even relooking basic words I thought I knew the meanings of. But saddest of all, I wonder why I am so damn repulsive. Why is the first inclination to run or not to get close to me? I thought I did this one right.... Didn't I?

Should I just resign myself to being alone forever? And why does that thought cause me to hypherventilate a little bit? This conversation with myself is getting old really fast.