Barcelona, Barcelona
Dear Latches,
Sorry we didn't get a chance to talk last night. We had decided to go out and make a second round at all the places that we thought needed another take. I caved and bought that large bath towel with the Harajuku station of the JR Yamanote line on it. And then we had crepes even though they were a tad sweet for my state. It was still very nom nom nom. Afterward we went to this bar/restaurant and had a couple of drinks. And of course, when there's alcohol, there are confessions. We... talked. I can't recall about what specifically but we talked and especially about things that we haven't talked about yet. I finished telling my tales of Madrid with full disclosure. Yes, things could have happened. Yes, I wanted things to happen. No, I never let them go that far. Yes, I do wish I had taken things a bit further after knowing that he did not held back. Was it easy for me to tell? It was neither easy nor hard because there really were very little to tell. It was definitely harder to hear about who he were with in these past couple of months. I want him to be jealous but he have nothing to be jealous about. I feel like I have every right to be (more) jealous but yet, I am not. Not too much. It's not that I am not feeling or do not feel anything but jealous just is not one of them. It makes me feel insecure. Doubtful about myself. There are still times when I would totally give myself to him and looks for an affirmation but it never comes. I don't know what else to do. I leave in a week from tomorrow.
Gotta go, I'm loading/watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Love Always,
Charlie
Sorry we didn't get a chance to talk last night. We had decided to go out and make a second round at all the places that we thought needed another take. I caved and bought that large bath towel with the Harajuku station of the JR Yamanote line on it. And then we had crepes even though they were a tad sweet for my state. It was still very nom nom nom. Afterward we went to this bar/restaurant and had a couple of drinks. And of course, when there's alcohol, there are confessions. We... talked. I can't recall about what specifically but we talked and especially about things that we haven't talked about yet. I finished telling my tales of Madrid with full disclosure. Yes, things could have happened. Yes, I wanted things to happen. No, I never let them go that far. Yes, I do wish I had taken things a bit further after knowing that he did not held back. Was it easy for me to tell? It was neither easy nor hard because there really were very little to tell. It was definitely harder to hear about who he were with in these past couple of months. I want him to be jealous but he have nothing to be jealous about. I feel like I have every right to be (more) jealous but yet, I am not. Not too much. It's not that I am not feeling or do not feel anything but jealous just is not one of them. It makes me feel insecure. Doubtful about myself. There are still times when I would totally give myself to him and looks for an affirmation but it never comes. I don't know what else to do. I leave in a week from tomorrow.
Gotta go, I'm loading/watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Love Always,
Charlie