I just spent today’s entire shopping budget on lingerie-ish items and an antique pearl necklace. I regret nothing.
You know what? It doesn’t matter. You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t owe me any explanations. I just don’t want to be one of the many anymore.
I’m going to love him forever, and he’s never going to know it.
I have been sick more in the past two months than in the last two years combined and I’m pretty sure this is nature and the universe trying to tell me to slow down and stop kissing so many people.
That sounds really terrible, but I’ve been dating okay and with that comes things like hand holding and kisses and I think all the human contact has made me ill….