December 25th, 2006
I've been back in Spain for maybe half an hour and the first thing I get when I Apparated home is an Owl from George with his and Molly's presents. Molly even sent a note. I'm a loathsome man.
I'm still trying to figure out why I went back to London, really. I don't know if I should have, though now it's late to be thinking about that. The thing is that I went. I really shouldn't have. I move all the way here, intent on forgetting him and what do I do when he asks me to go back? Do his will like the fucking love-sick puppy I am. No wonder he thinks I want bunnies and rainbows.
I'm not saying it was bad. I just would've rather things to be different, I guess.
It was all just awkward.
I'm still trying to figure out why I went back to London, really. I don't know if I should have, though now it's late to be thinking about that. The thing is that I went. I really shouldn't have. I move all the way here, intent on forgetting him and what do I do when he asks me to go back? Do his will like the fucking love-sick puppy I am. No wonder he thinks I want bunnies and rainbows.
I'm not saying it was bad. I just would've rather things to be different, I guess.
It was all just awkward.