𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞?

Months have passed, it's almost Christmas. The most overly-crowded day of the year. I didn't like loud crowds. I prefered to stay away from exaggerated events, i don't know why, but it makes me hurl in a way. Anyways, Christmas Bonus Salary arrived! and work was called off since, you know, Christmas.

I'm so glad I'll be able to spend Christmas however i like! especially with Jharles, because we made a whole plan on the month of Christmas, he says it's not overly crowded on some days so i think he's got it all planned. The first day of the month, we go out to look at some decorations for the house. There was alot of people there but not so much that it makes me have a panic attack. We even got matching keychains for eachother, he got the Christmas bear, i got the Panda. He says the panda's black circles in it's eyes reminds him of my glasses, which, doesn't sound so bad.
He asked me a very odd question, “Why do you hate crowds?”Even i don't know why, why i act so childish, why i overshare, why i overly express my feelings to things i love, why I'm like this. I stay silent, isn't that why i went to the doctor, which led to our meeting?

I don't wanna know why, my parents always said i was unique to them, since i was always so readable. I still am, because when i was down in the dumps, he offered to buy me some hot chocolate, he had a voucher which will expire on Christmas day, and he used it just to get me a free choco-bomb to put with my hot chocolate, he's the nicest person I've ever met, other than my parents. Now that i think about it, everyone always gives me weird stares, never knew why, but i guess i just ignored it because i was always busy with my myself, now that I'm with Jharles, i start noticing everyone whispering behind my back, and i feel a gut-wrenching feeling. I always avoided crowds. Everytime i was in one, i would run away almost immediately.

Maybe i am weird, like a clown amongst a group of civilized people, or an annoying child around a group of adults. I don't know anymore, but I'm glad to be with Jharles, he makes me so....Unique. Like the word my parents would use, "Unique". I felt the word " Unique" when we'd walk somewhere in public, i felt like royalty with Jharles.

Maybe....I do like him, and maybe he likes me? I don't know, i don't wanna ask, everytime i do, i feel like I'm bothering him.