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Jet and I talked last night. I pulled him aside when he came by the shop for the party. We went up to the roof of the parking garage, and sat on cinder blocks, and I told him I knew things weren't really ok. That I wanted him to tell me what he was thinking. Even the....even the parts that are hard to hear. And I promised I wouldn't argue with him, or say anything stupid...that I would just listen. I think I mostly managed it.
He cried. I cried. I held his hand. He let me. He said he wishes sometimes...that he'd never met me. I said I understood, and I did. I told him how I felt about him. I think maybe he believed me.
I asked if it was ok for me to write him while I'm at school. To make sure we don't loose track of each other. And he said that yeah, that was fine. I'm glad. I...I was really scared. Scared that all he wanted to do was forget about me. But he seemed to think that was ridiculous, so....so I guess that's something. That's a start.
He said I shouldn't act like everything's fine. And I won't. But...he also said I should act like they might be fine eventually.
I'm going to write him every day. He'll probably get tired of reading dumb emails about my classes and my roommates and how dining hall food is terrible. But I'll write him anyway. And hopefully....hopefully sometimes he'll write back.
Jet and I talked last night. I pulled him aside when he came by the shop for the party. We went up to the roof of the parking garage, and sat on cinder blocks, and I told him I knew things weren't really ok. That I wanted him to tell me what he was thinking. Even the....even the parts that are hard to hear. And I promised I wouldn't argue with him, or say anything stupid...that I would just listen. I think I mostly managed it.
He cried. I cried. I held his hand. He let me. He said he wishes sometimes...that he'd never met me. I said I understood, and I did. I told him how I felt about him. I think maybe he believed me.
I asked if it was ok for me to write him while I'm at school. To make sure we don't loose track of each other. And he said that yeah, that was fine. I'm glad. I...I was really scared. Scared that all he wanted to do was forget about me. But he seemed to think that was ridiculous, so....so I guess that's something. That's a start.
He said I shouldn't act like everything's fine. And I won't. But...he also said I should act like they might be fine eventually.
I'm going to write him every day. He'll probably get tired of reading dumb emails about my classes and my roommates and how dining hall food is terrible. But I'll write him anyway. And hopefully....hopefully sometimes he'll write back.