Is it love? So, I promised to always try and be truthful on this blog. This is not intended to people to read, rather more like an online journal to myself. So here it is.

I can't stop thinking about the friend that I wrote about in the previous post. One day while I was in Boston drinking a little too much, I was fucked up and saying stupid shit. One of the things I remember thinking about was that I NEEDED to call my friend to see what he was doing while I was fucked up. I didn't think about anybody else but him that night while I was drunk.

Then, when I was shopping for things, everybody asked me to bring something back for them, but the only person I brought something back was for him.

Now, I can't stop thinking about him, constantly checking my phone to see if he called. What's happening? Is this what you call love? Or just a need for companionship?

There have been times when I've wondered what it would be like for him to kiss me. But then I get weirded out.

Those are my thoughts.  ¶ 12:36 AM 0 comments