i didn't show up to the cafe for the next week.
a mixture of embarrassment and realisation strained me down to my bed.
after our little kiss, if you can even call it that, i knew for sure my feeling were more than just 'liking' her.
if i saw her again i'd want to grab her and kiss her and hide her from that dickhead she calls a boyfriend.
but it's okay.
if i don't see her, i'll get over her.
