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Oh, Ben.
Oh, Ben, is all I can say. It's the weirdest thing. Everyone always says he's so wrong for me. He's too rough, too hurting, too violent. He has too much anger in him, and he can't handle the panicky sort of person I really am.
He met me in D.C. for a little bit (since he's transferring to G.W.). And I don't know what I feel for him, really. Maybe it's just a being a teenager/hormonal thing, but when I first see him again, and he hugs me, something deep in the pit of my stomach clicks into place. Maybe it's just that I feel comfortable with him.
Stephan was the name of my first boyfriend. I was fourteen, he was sixteen, and it was one of those clumsy first-time relationships that ended because I got nervous and he got nervous and it was just better that way. Ben, I met during what Jespah and Callie refer to, titteringly, as my 'wild phase', and I realize now how ridiculously weird it was for someone my age to be tripping on what I was tripping on, but he took care of me, and didn't pressure me, but was nothing but encouraging when I decided to be straight edge.
Dear Ben, I think I may love you. It's 2 30 in the morning, and it's quite possible I'm delirious, and sad thinking about this.
Dear Davy, I will miss you terribly next year, and no one can ever replace you.
In other news, I am the straightest person to ever cross the Earth. Which is odd, because Ammie has always tried to get me interested in lesbian subcultural activities, and I've always tried to muster enthusiasm. But I'm just boring little straight Jaejae.
Oh, Ben, is all I can say. It's the weirdest thing. Everyone always says he's so wrong for me. He's too rough, too hurting, too violent. He has too much anger in him, and he can't handle the panicky sort of person I really am.
He met me in D.C. for a little bit (since he's transferring to G.W.). And I don't know what I feel for him, really. Maybe it's just a being a teenager/hormonal thing, but when I first see him again, and he hugs me, something deep in the pit of my stomach clicks into place. Maybe it's just that I feel comfortable with him.
Stephan was the name of my first boyfriend. I was fourteen, he was sixteen, and it was one of those clumsy first-time relationships that ended because I got nervous and he got nervous and it was just better that way. Ben, I met during what Jespah and Callie refer to, titteringly, as my 'wild phase', and I realize now how ridiculously weird it was for someone my age to be tripping on what I was tripping on, but he took care of me, and didn't pressure me, but was nothing but encouraging when I decided to be straight edge.
Dear Ben, I think I may love you. It's 2 30 in the morning, and it's quite possible I'm delirious, and sad thinking about this.
Dear Davy, I will miss you terribly next year, and no one can ever replace you.
In other news, I am the straightest person to ever cross the Earth. Which is odd, because Ammie has always tried to get me interested in lesbian subcultural activities, and I've always tried to muster enthusiasm. But I'm just boring little straight Jaejae.