Last night I had a cuddle sesh.
With a guy I barely know.
That I used to eye, all the time.
It was really, really awkward.
And if I’m correct, I was showing the worst side of myself. All my flaws, neuroticisms, worries, overthoughts, everything.
He must think I’m a square.
And at the same time, while I don’t think I like him all that much, we’re a lot alike.
And I just can’t stop thinking about it.
And I want him.
This is not what I signed up for.