I'm finally over you. Yeah, I know. I'm so freaking proud of myself. It took me a whole year but I finally pulled through. No more crying myself to sleep or suddenly being overwhelmed by an unwanted bout of depression. Freedom tastes good. I haven't felt like this in a long time and I miss it. A LOT.
New sights. New sounds. New faces. And old ones. New feelings. New misgivings. New-found completeness but not quite.Yet.
And then there's you. No, not you. You. Yeah, YOU.
You made me smile again. You play along with all my stupid jokes. You tell me things. You're mortal. Real. A breathing, flesh-bound living thing. And that's bloody awesome, I appreciate it.
Of all the things we talked about over these past few months, I forgot to tell you some things.
I like you.
I want to get to know you better.
I want us to be more than friends.
But I'm scared. Freaking scared. No more silence. It'll kill me. A murder most brutal.
Make a move. Waiting is pure torture.
Waiting is pure torture.I'm personally a non traditionalist, quite ready to jump aboard most of the time but the best part of the game is when your wiles manage to sink deep with in them and the natural process of male pursuit ensues. The rush of knowing you have them wanting to be yours.
ReplyDeleteThe important matter here is if you are ready to trade in your new found freedom for more fetters or it could and i hope turn into a different type of freedom. Sometimes, people don't realize things unless it has been pointed out to them. The opposite sex has the tendency to be very blind toward complex female emotion and hormones.Sometimes, they don't quite understand why we get angry at them or why we get giggly and an array of other female expressions.
Have faith in your instinct and act upon it.