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Well grrr. That's just all I can say. I'm confused and disappointed (or at least anticipating it, which is making me disappointed). And classes start tomorrow. I guess that means I should figure out where some stuff is. At least Jenna has an 8:30 class, so I'll be able to go look around and find stuff before I actually have to be there. I'm excited, but just now it's kind of overridden by the disappointment. I set myself up so well.
It was NOT a random uni/college hookup, he's not in uni for gods sakes, he graduated! He's supposed to be something nearing a mature adult. But I guess even mature adults do this kind of thing. I kind of thought it was more. Maybe it was. Maybe I'm expecting the worst. I'm so confused about our ideas of last night, and my expectations and his performance since then. What does it all mean? How am I supposed to feel? How does he feel about it all? I was taking my cues from him; was he taking his cues from me though? Life is such a disorganized jumble of fuckups that resulted from little moments of pure bliss. Damn I want him. I want to know all about it, I want to see his thoughts, I want to feel him carressing me to the point of sweetest pleasure, and hear his cries when I do the same for him.
Gods I do write a load of drivel sometimes.
I loved being with him, talking about whatever whenever, everything. Fuck, stupid open house... I hope it goes well though.
Why didn't he say anything about last night? Is he waiting to see me to tell me whatever it is, in private? I want to walk over to his house, after he's finished with his swing open house, to lie down in bed with him, to spoon closely comfortable, to fall asleep in his arms...
How can you miss someone you've only just met?
Luvs,
Kaer
It was NOT a random uni/college hookup, he's not in uni for gods sakes, he graduated! He's supposed to be something nearing a mature adult. But I guess even mature adults do this kind of thing. I kind of thought it was more. Maybe it was. Maybe I'm expecting the worst. I'm so confused about our ideas of last night, and my expectations and his performance since then. What does it all mean? How am I supposed to feel? How does he feel about it all? I was taking my cues from him; was he taking his cues from me though? Life is such a disorganized jumble of fuckups that resulted from little moments of pure bliss. Damn I want him. I want to know all about it, I want to see his thoughts, I want to feel him carressing me to the point of sweetest pleasure, and hear his cries when I do the same for him.
Gods I do write a load of drivel sometimes.
I loved being with him, talking about whatever whenever, everything. Fuck, stupid open house... I hope it goes well though.
Why didn't he say anything about last night? Is he waiting to see me to tell me whatever it is, in private? I want to walk over to his house, after he's finished with his swing open house, to lie down in bed with him, to spoon closely comfortable, to fall asleep in his arms...
How can you miss someone you've only just met?
Luvs,
Kaer