I think I might've convinced myself of that. Was it naïveté? Was it the fact that this was the first real crush I've had in a very long time?
Really, I think we were just talking about different cultures' greetings.
This is the penultimate chapter of... well, him. One more chapter left, the important one, and then I'll move on.
(I wonder what he'll think if he knew what I thought of him. Does he know the extent my brain goes for... I don't know what this is—infatuation? Admiration? A crush? A mindset that I think we're "more than friends"? I fear to think of what he might think of me.)
Here's the entry.
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I think he was constantly dropping hints or something? I don't know. It might just be normal for him. One time, he was teaching me how to pronounce a word in Turkish, and he mentioned that you have to form your mouth like you're kissing someone to get the "eouh" syllable, and then he did the motion himself to demonstrate and my brain exploded. Goddamn.
He taught me how to pronounce his name correctly in exchange for me teaching him how to pronounce mine correctly, and after several tries I apparently did it perfectly, and he got so happy y'all. His eyes crinkled up and he smiled really wide and he was chuckling and he threw his head to the side and laughed and I swore his glasses glinted in the street lights as the wind blustered around us. 🤩
Well, that's the penultimate chapter of... ruminations about him. Next time—I gain some confidence. I think you'd know what I'm talking about.
Author's note: I wonder why I'm churning these out.
