Horrible.
Music: Death Cab for Cutie – Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Last night Wishy sat on my bed and told me how deeply he felt for me, that I was the best thing that’s happened to him here, and I sat there hugging my comforters and crying because I could not say the same things back to him.
He told me he was thinking of transferring because LAC doesn’t feel like home and if he dated me that means he’d be accepting four years here, which he’s not sure he wants to do, and I cried because I truly wouldn’t care if he left.
He told me that there might be another girl who doesn’t compare to me but she’s familiar, something he’s yearning for right now, and I cried because I didn’t feel any jealousy.
(A huge part of me wishes he would just leave me alone. Am I a terrible person for feeling this?)
not at all. you have to take care of yourself, and he is not a part of your world anymore. he’ll figure himself out.
oh and congrats on the writing class!