I really, really like The Boy. The l-o-v-e word has definitely crossed my mind many, many times. It's early. And I have serious concerns that I am being much too forward. But I know he is what I want. Telling him feels like the logical next step.
I am trying to reel in my feelings. Or expressing them to him. He knows I like him. I want to play it cool now. I am making a conscious effort.
Long distance though causes a problem. Our mutual lack of money to fly back and forth to each other is also discouraging this relationship. The truth is though, I want to move regardless. Before anything happened with him, before I knew him, I knew I wanted to go. Find something bigger. And now it just feels convenient that I visited Boston, I know the city. Why shouldn't I look for a job there?
So. To put this in a non-creepy/stalker way, I want to move. It would also be lovely to see The Boy more. But I'm not following him. If I get a job in NYC/LA/Seattle, I'm going there. But there is some comfort in Boston for me now. I guess thats where the creepy-I'm-moving-across-the-country-to-be-with-you vibe comes from.
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