(no subject)
I know I stand in line,
until you think you have the time
to spend an evening with me.
And if we go some place to dance,
I know that there's a chance
you won't be leaving with me.
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
and have a drink or two.
And then I go and spoil it all,
by saying something stupid
like: "I love you."
Yeah. It happened again. Slowly, gradually, so that at times I wonder if I'm not talking myself into something. But I do love him. The much more interesting question is IN WHICH WAY do I love him. 'Cause right now he's more or less my best friend and I do love him in that way. But I know that if he wanted more I would say yes.
Not that he does. We cuddle sometimes when watching a movie, but the last time he thought I liked him he bolted. So I'm exceptionally careful. But last time he induced the cuddling. So right now, I'm happy. And we'll go on vacation together, over New Year's Day. I can't wait.
On the other hand, med studies are eating me. Studied four hours straight and that's not usually the way I do things. I'm not a marathon-learner, more of a sprinter, but I don't have much of a choice here. Oh well, it's my first test. Let's see what happens.