Awesome title? Yes. Awesome post? Not quite. Here goes...
Why did you have to tell me that you love me? Not just the once when we were arguing and you said '...and that is one of the reasons why I love you.' It wouldn't have bothered me so much (it didn't bother me so much) because I thought you might have just been talking sarcastically (though your tone and body language were screaming truth) and that it might have been just a slip. Heck, I'm surprised I haven't slipped yet. But when I was terribly sick and sore in bed yesterday, all day (for the second day in a row) you came and sat by me and said 'I love you.' You then continued to tell me how special you think I am (for the thousandth time) as I hid my face. You touched my hand and I reefed it away because I couldn't bear the emotion that I was already consumed by, and made worse by being sick and wanting space because of the pain and stupid female brain.
By now any person would be asking me why I'm running again rather than enjoying it, and the fact is I can't bear feeling like I'm in a relationship whilst blatently not being in a relationship because he just won't ask. Being in a hostel and meeting new people everyday is awesome; being reminded that you're 'good friends' whilst appearing to be in a relationship yet not being in one is not. The worst part? I can't talk to him about it because its to do with him, and I'm not going to be the one to ask.
Why did you have to tell me that you love me? Not just the once when we were arguing and you said '...and that is one of the reasons why I love you.' It wouldn't have bothered me so much (it didn't bother me so much) because I thought you might have just been talking sarcastically (though your tone and body language were screaming truth) and that it might have been just a slip. Heck, I'm surprised I haven't slipped yet. But when I was terribly sick and sore in bed yesterday, all day (for the second day in a row) you came and sat by me and said 'I love you.' You then continued to tell me how special you think I am (for the thousandth time) as I hid my face. You touched my hand and I reefed it away because I couldn't bear the emotion that I was already consumed by, and made worse by being sick and wanting space because of the pain and stupid female brain.
By now any person would be asking me why I'm running again rather than enjoying it, and the fact is I can't bear feeling like I'm in a relationship whilst blatently not being in a relationship because he just won't ask. Being in a hostel and meeting new people everyday is awesome; being reminded that you're 'good friends' whilst appearing to be in a relationship yet not being in one is not. The worst part? I can't talk to him about it because its to do with him, and I'm not going to be the one to ask.
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