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It was a slightly painful moment for me as I began to explain things, but when I put myself into Masou's arms it was like the pain melted away from my ice and the shadows lifted. I was just so happy, then I said;"Promise me you'll never leave."
I didn't understand why I said that. Yes I miss him and want to be with him, but shouldn't he be the one telling me that? Kinda felt silly after the fact. The night went rather smoothly which I was surprised then we started to hang out more. But, they didn't go as smoothly. What was happening to me? I was really fucking up it seemed.
We kept talking about taking things slow and such but things like that don't exactly process in my head. Slow did not mean slow in my head. I knew what it meant, but I kept feeling it wasn't. One night we went to a pizza shop because I was hungry and ordered a calzone. Yum! But I wasn't exactly focused. Not the greatest state of mind when Masou was trying to talk to me about things. Sadly, I been thinking a lot of us but me and thinking gets into a lot of trouble which may be why I am never focused on one thing like a child on shrooms. I ended up saying something along the lines of how I didn't want to continue. Or something. All I remember was it was foolish. Once we got our food we sat in my car that I am so proud of since I painted it. But I was being un-cooperative like always. I always have a had time talking and it's usually when things are head on, but it wasn't because I didn't like to talk. It was more of I didn't know how or could never think with being in a head on conversation. Thus Masou doesn't know or understand that, so when I don't talk or detour things he can get pretty frustrated. Oops. Probably should tell him that, but doesn't that sound kind of stupid to tell someone you don't know how to talk?
Again things get a bit rough, then I took him home. We sat in my car for a bit before we went separate ways.
I didn't understand why I said that. Yes I miss him and want to be with him, but shouldn't he be the one telling me that? Kinda felt silly after the fact. The night went rather smoothly which I was surprised then we started to hang out more. But, they didn't go as smoothly. What was happening to me? I was really fucking up it seemed.
We kept talking about taking things slow and such but things like that don't exactly process in my head. Slow did not mean slow in my head. I knew what it meant, but I kept feeling it wasn't. One night we went to a pizza shop because I was hungry and ordered a calzone. Yum! But I wasn't exactly focused. Not the greatest state of mind when Masou was trying to talk to me about things. Sadly, I been thinking a lot of us but me and thinking gets into a lot of trouble which may be why I am never focused on one thing like a child on shrooms. I ended up saying something along the lines of how I didn't want to continue. Or something. All I remember was it was foolish. Once we got our food we sat in my car that I am so proud of since I painted it. But I was being un-cooperative like always. I always have a had time talking and it's usually when things are head on, but it wasn't because I didn't like to talk. It was more of I didn't know how or could never think with being in a head on conversation. Thus Masou doesn't know or understand that, so when I don't talk or detour things he can get pretty frustrated. Oops. Probably should tell him that, but doesn't that sound kind of stupid to tell someone you don't know how to talk?
Again things get a bit rough, then I took him home. We sat in my car for a bit before we went separate ways.