Letters to myself : Letter 9
Melissa. You need to breath. You need to get a grip on this situation. Like REALLY bro, you do. Today I will have dinner with him. I am freaking out on the inside. I know I know, WHY am I even getting like this, right? I already saw him naked like two days ago (how can I forgettt), so why should dinner be more awkward than us bumping fuzzies, yaknow? Well because he's so damn beautiful to me! He's going to pick me, smelling so fucken good, he's going to be dressed so fucken handsome, he's going to sit across from me, in a small personal table, lit my a fucken candle, he's going to be charming and a total goof, he's going to act like his usual weird self, ill be a few drinks in...and I'm going to lose my shit. I'm going to want us to sit there for hours. Just hours upon hours. I'm going to realize just where in life we are. All the reality of it will hit me like a bus. I'm going to never to stop loving him, ever. He will always be a constant need & want in my life. And tonight, I have the opportunity, the chance, to just enjoy him. To enjoy his company. To enjoy US. I'm not sure how many more of these type of nights I'll get from here on. This is all so fucken confusing. I'm not sure what is going through his mind. Like, I do, but that COULD just be me hoping for a miracle. I know him, and I somewhat know that deep inside this means more to him than what he's showing. We're not being passive aggressive anymore. We're not exactly hanging on each others replies either. But we communicate, simply. That's more than before. AND I KNOW this will sound stupid beyond comprehension, but...he sent me a meme yesterday, ha. That literally made me squeal. Because, well, I don't know, he thought of me when he saw something funny. And shared it with me, he made a conscious decision to show me. Again, I know the kid, and he never does something for nothing. That's just him. This morning did freak me out though. He sent me a text saying that he was worried about going to dinner. A wave of dread washed over, like, was he bailing? Was he done? Like with everything? He came to a conclusion that he no longer WANTED to see me? Or even try to, I don't know, be cool with me? He proceeded to tell me "I don't know what to wear"...phew! I was literally shitting bricks. So we chit chatted about his clothes, came to a conclusion, and the night was still on. So now I'm at work, feeling like I just went on a coke binge. Im so anxious. I cant stop fidgeting around, its one of the reasons I even wrote this. I just need to relax and actually work! Hahah, I need to get through today as quickly and smoothly as I can.
Reservations are at 7:45. Bro, lobster.











