It was freezing cold today. I don't know how I survived, but I'm awfully glad that I have my boots. I love my boots. I might just dedicate this post to them.
Naw.
Met up with F for ten minutes because he was working in the neighbourhood. He's sick. I totally turned into a overprotective mother figure who told him off for not wearing a cap or shawl and being outside in general with a fever. He secretly enjoyed it, I think - I don't often show that I care. The reason for that is that I feel like I'm desperate or something when I openly show affection. I mean, I can make out and all that, but that doesn't count - I could do that with anyone, theoretically. The thing is that I don't like to say 'I love you' or stuff like that too often because when this ends, I'll look and feel like an idiot. So I prefer playing the cold-hearted/ less emotional girl so he's the one saying these things most of the time. Though I should say them once in a while, or I'll lose him. Gosh, I'm making it all so complicated. How much easier it would be if I'd just swallow my pride and live life like a normal person...!
I have a personal hot water bottle now. It's called F. I feel all warm and tingly inside when he's around. It's funny how feelings change over time.
He may be a bit awkward in some situations, he may be a complete beginner in some fields, he may do things wrong over and over, but he makes me feel happy. I'm fine with being me and not someone else thanks to him. And that's a lot.
/P.
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