Hair pets. Awesome.
Your foot massages make me feel electric. I want to curl in close to you. I'm starting to get anxious it will all disappear-- I know I'm getting too attached.
I keep having dreams that you have a girlfriend and we're doing this. Or that you tell me that I shouldn't expect anything out of it.
I know I shouldn't. But I guess I've begin to hope it. Even when you're moody, I may not know what to do, but I adore being around you.
I still want to kiss you. I want you to smile and hold me, the way you do. I know you've got a stressful week and I'm happy to do my own thing and see you the days that I will. I know we probably shouldn't act as much like boyfriend and girlfriend while we're around your friends. But I think I want that to be the case.
There are some things I can't answer. What about me leaving? How will that affect it? Will things be the same when I come back? I hope so-- or more. Two months is kind of a long time. But not long enough for me to get over you. It hasn't been.
What about London? Are you going to slip into similar behavior with her? I guess if you do it doesn't matter. You don't owe me anything. I'm not sure you would, I feel like you're a pretty one lady kind of guy. And I was under the impression you don't even like her that way anymore. But we haven't spoken of it. I feel like it's not my place.
I like all that we're doing. I do. I really want to keep with it. I want to lean against you, I want to kiss you, but are we pushing it too far?
I can handle any of the sadness again. It'd be worth it.