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Weren’t we… just supposed to talk about the concept of ‘moving too fast…?’ I wanted to hear his opinion, maybe discuss Ba Sing Se, and instead… we’re worse off than we started.
…but it felt so, so nice….
We… we really are moving too fast. And I think we’re both scared--especially after what happened last night. Our emotions took over… and I know he didn’t mean to, and…. He wants to hold back. No… not even that--he wants us to stop. I think he’s afraid of that happening again, but….
…it’s just that he won’t hold my hand as tightly, now. He wouldn’t even kiss me goodnight. Could we… really lose control over something so small…? Or is it the fear that’s magnifying every little motion that we’ve become so used to? I… I don’t know. Maybe I should talk to someone about this....
When I got back to my room, I had to lay on my bed for a long while to calm down. It’d never been… that intense before. After that, I began packing. I might as well--we’re leaving in a few days, I think.