To good to be true...
There was something diverting in his eyes. Very slow to disclose, very cautious in warming up....
I let go of the normal... feel like I am alone, disrupted because this craziness affects my work life, and the coworkers that I used to hang out at work have recently abandoned me... just let it all out...
Asked about that sensitive person... the girl that was texting throughout the relationship, the girl he had asked for advice for because it was making him uncomfortable and he expressed non-chalantly... we have hung out recently. Let it slide off his tounge like a story he did not want to re-tell, details he wanted to forget. Willing to open up about the rest of the week I just let it slide, storing it in the memory banks for another quick inquiry later.
Later arguments turned into.... I am uncomfortable with you hanging out with her, but know that my opinion means nothing now. Telling him that I have a gut feeling that there is more to the story.....
and the story goes... oh we hung out, she came over (to my empty apartment) to watch a movie...
Hmm... I think my mind will do wonders filling in the damn blanks.
I don't care that you cited every way in which you still care before I walked away... I didn't like the way it was going and I just wanted to hide.
I let go of the normal... feel like I am alone, disrupted because this craziness affects my work life, and the coworkers that I used to hang out at work have recently abandoned me... just let it all out...
Asked about that sensitive person... the girl that was texting throughout the relationship, the girl he had asked for advice for because it was making him uncomfortable and he expressed non-chalantly... we have hung out recently. Let it slide off his tounge like a story he did not want to re-tell, details he wanted to forget. Willing to open up about the rest of the week I just let it slide, storing it in the memory banks for another quick inquiry later.
Later arguments turned into.... I am uncomfortable with you hanging out with her, but know that my opinion means nothing now. Telling him that I have a gut feeling that there is more to the story.....
and the story goes... oh we hung out, she came over (to my empty apartment) to watch a movie...
Hmm... I think my mind will do wonders filling in the damn blanks.
I don't care that you cited every way in which you still care before I walked away... I didn't like the way it was going and I just wanted to hide.