And so....it starts

Oh Lordie! Here we go again.

History time:

When I was in the beginning of my senior year, I had just gotten out of a relationship that was really long (for how old I was) and was looking forward to finally being single for a little while. I started hanging out with Josh A.K.A. “Woody” because he looks like the cartoon character. *Dirty little minds!! Get out of the gutter*

I’d sneak out with my brother and go to his house and we’d smoke weed and just chill. He was a really good friend!

Then…we had sex. I didn’t really want a relationship at the time but he was a sweetheart so we continued to be friends until one day he just disappeared. It was strange; he fell off the face of the earth.

Haven’t talked to him in three years.

TILL NOW

He tells me that I was “a dream” and that he really liked me but was scared of me because he could never have a girl like me…umm..ok? That’s confusing to me because I have never seen myself that way.

Anyway, one thing leads to another….history repeats itself only this time, I actually could want to pursue something with him and I’m not sure if he’s in that spot anymore…:-/

It’s ok, I want some room to myself because I just got out of a relationship but I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be able to stop messing around and give him a shot.

He’s moving to a town that’s about 45 minutes away and wants me to visit but he hasn’t said anything to me in a few days. I don’t even know if he’s trustable…I dk. Maybe he’s just the only guy who gave a shit about me in this last few days when I needed someone?

I’ll give it some time to heal, feel it out, and decide what is going to happen. Until then, I have little mental pictures of him saved in my head that I won’t share. J