I’m not sure if I’m ready to commit, at any rate, of any kind.
The way I feel about things is so different from what he feels. Should I fake it or just tell him?
But I have so much use of him... Not ready to give up yet...
So... I guess I’ll try to post things on here more often.
If I’m serious about this, one day I’ll have to tell him everything and this seems to be a more... normal way than what I intended to.
For once, I pity my victim.
He isn’t flashy, showy or anything like that. But whenever I’m in trouble, he’ll always be there, awkwardly try to console me and clean up the mess I make.
So I guess for once, I will try to not ruin his life :)
To me, love is a strange thing that I can’t feel. Love is nothing more but another word in the dictionary. Trust me, I can live without something I’ve never experienced my whole life.