Late night thoughts.

Night 7.

He's kissing my neck slowly, each time more down. Then he stops:

He: I like you.

Then there's a thought in my head telling me he doesn't know the real me, he don't let me be it. It's not about me, each time I want to talk, he interrupts me to invite me to talk more, and I would, just if he let me. But when he says you can totally say something if you want to, all my needs to say something flies away. That happens every single time I want to introduce myself more, and it is just impossible.

Me: you don't know me.

There it is, I decided to tell him he's losing his time thinking he's in love with someone that doesn't even exists, because the person he thinks I am it's not me and will never be me.

He: what do you mean?

I really don't have any needs to explain and say what have been on my mind all this time, it's just feels like it's gone, the feeling it's not there anymore.

Me: I apologize, I'll explain myself. To begin, the only thing you know about me is my name. You have never take the time to ask me what I like to do, or my family, or anything about my life. I really don't understand when you say I like you. Who do you really like?

He shuts down. It's normal, I'm not even surprised, he knows I'm right. You might ask if I'm a bitch, because, what am I doing with a guy who doesn't even know me? Well, I thought I liked him, the day I met him for the first time I thought I knew him somehow, I took that like a possibility and a reason to be with him, but now, I see, I don't know anything about him.

Maybe in another life, if we meet again, and we do it right, beginning with the first step, this would work, but this is now, in this life, and there's no a "thing". How could I be that stupid?

He: I want to know you, though. I mean it's never to late to make things right.

And with those words everything was truly forgiven and cured, somehow.