20 Sept 2013

Long dark night...

Bad night. Bad commute home. With Byron. 

Asked why the texts had stopped. "Bad idea". For him. Apparently us is the worst idea in the world. And it'll never happen because it doesn't make sense in his head. 

Here's the kicker. Every other sentence ended with "at the moment" or "it's not the right time". Veering between it'll never happen and not the right time. 

Bastard. Can't figure out if he's just screwing with me for fun or if his subconscious is fighting with itself.

Part of him wants me. That's undeniable. Question is will it be enough to persuade him to try?

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