I'm starting to pick it apart.
I'm starting to doubt it.
We've seen each other every Monday for the last six weeks, and I'm still unsure, I still don't know how I feel, I still can't decide if maybe we're just wasting time together. My indifference worries me: I worry my indifference is turning to dislike, to fearing him knowing me too well, to him being in my house and in my space and me suddenly losing it, wanting him out of my life because it all just feels too personal.
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