Growing up
He says I can walk away and wonder what if.
That way, I won’t get my feelings hurt and I’ll come out ahead.
However, I would be wondering if there was something more.
I’m scared of liking him too much.
But he says that he likes me and I like him.
So why not.
I’ll practice resilience when it all ends.
But he is optimistic.
And that makes me optimistic.
He provides comfort before I feel insecure.
It’s like he can read my mind, before I even know how I’m going to react.
I’ve never felt so stable.
I’ve never had so much reassurance.
I always know where I stand with him.
He invited me to a wedding.
He says only single guys go by themselves.
What I thought would just be a fling,
is turning into something more.
I had forgotten what it felt like looking forward to seeing that person.
I like the feeling.
Today I was upset at him for not giving me enough affection.
It was the process of not “pre-heating the oven before baking” syndrome.
If he doesn’t get sick of me asking for more affection, it just might work out.
I like him.
I think he’s fun to hang out with.
I told him he should continue looking forward to hearing that, because one day I just might say,
“I don’t like you anymore.”
And we’d go our separate ways.
All his friends seem to like me, or so he tells me.
He has yet to meet my core — and I can’t wait.
Hopefully board game weekend. :: nervous ::
He’s trying to book a gig for his birthday weekend.
I hope he books the Friday night.
I <3 his silly music!
I’m tired.
Nap time.
That’s something I learned from him.
He can’t seem to get enough sleep.
He’s a sleep technician.
How ironic.
