I hate how one silly boy can make me crazy.
I'm 99% gay and the 1% is just HIM.
Because he's such a damn special person, and so close to my heart.
And fucking adorable to boot.
I was trying to give him his space as I do, because I know I always text a lot and he gets tired by that SUPER easily. It's just a balance thing between our respective Asperger's symptoms.
And he fucking texts me tonight, as I'm closing the store: "Have good sleeps."
And I melt. Because he NEVER texts first, or reaches out like that. And I was trying to let him have his space and be understanding and all anyway.
And now my brain has just been going "sjajdjslamzkjdksksk could I still be special to him? Could he just be hiding it? He used to treat me like I was so super special, and then shit happened and it faded. But could he still, somewhere deep down, under his cold and unfeeling exterior, have those feelings, secretly? Could it be possible? Sjsjdjdkdosks"
And he's the special aspie that changed my life forever when I was sixteen. He shifted everything and made it brighter and happier.
And of course, I'm the only other aspie he knows, and he likes my intelligence and how I understand him like no one else can.