You came over again last night. I was worried that you were losing interest after the last time you came over, but last night has revitalized my hope. Kind of.
After a couple of drinks, we went out back and were playing with the dog. We talked about your schooling and somehow got on the topic of two-step. You decided to teach me how to dance it since I didn't know. Turns and all. And then you just kept chatting with me while we danced. Apparently the next time we hang out, we're gonna go to a country bar so we can dance and you can karaoke.
I decided to play the piano while I was tipsy. You sat next to me and watched and listened intently when I told you a piece of his chapter. You traded my story with one of your own and in that moment we were both vulnerable.
I took a walk with you and Flit around the block. I'm glad you two get along. Pocahontas and I haven't been friends long enough for me to seriously value her opinion on who I like, but you and Flit not getting along would break whatever relationship we have.
The night climaxed and we fell asleep together. You kept my blankets warm for me. It was nice not being a tiny bit cold all night long. I'll have to deal with that again tonight. And I woke up this morning to your handsome face. I definitely could get used to that but it'll be weeks if it ever actually happens again.
So now i'm alone again. Big bed all to myself and no one to fall asleep and wake up to. I'll be lonely in the coming week or so, but i'll get used to being by myself again. Hopefully sooner than I think.
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