her coffee

2019.12.04

It has been a week since I met her. Though it felt like I have known her for decades. Pretty sure, I have already written that in here. Don't mind me telling the same cliché things about her. All of my poetry is about her. I don't really think or write about myself. Maybe I should. My life literally flipped upside down when I saw her walk through that door. I really wanted a change in my life, to meet someone, and when I finally did, I don't know how to act.

Adeline said that she understands me. I don't know if she really does. Why am I having doubts about her now? I trusted her so easily, and after a week, I'm thinking, if I should trust her. No matter what, she already knows almost everything about me. Therefore, it's already too late and too stupid to think like this. I don't know what is going on in my mind. I should go to my therapist again. It seems like I haven't seen her in ages. Should I tell her?

Adeline went with me on a train to my ultimate life helper. I could sense that she felt uneasy. Maybe she wanted me to talk about my problems with her. However, I can't do that. I would have been too embarrassed. I shouldn't be.