this used to be an email, but it's been revised.

i hadn't talked to q as of the post-inpublic death look of yesterday, and i just needed to talk to him and ask him, basically, what the fuck. i was too angry and confused to let it go, and it was so out of character, out of place, and...terrifying. so around 1am we're having some bullshit conversation, "what have you been up to, how are you doing, blah blah"

i figured that had gone on long enough, so i say, "do you mind if i stop by for a second?" and he starts being like, oh i'm tired, come over tomorrow. like maybe i was going for a fucking booty call. and i just found that so insulting and so arrogant. and i was right down the hall anyway, so i go to his room and he opens it looking tired but moreover, like he didn't want me there. like HE was pissed off. so i palmed him in the chest and said, "that's for IN PUBLIC" simultaneously, he closed the door and i turned to walk away.

i haven't seen him today, but when i woke up i felt glorious, and also like i wanted to apologize for physically assaulting him. i have this small feeling like this is the end of it, somehow. that this little big thing is it.and that's disappointing, because i was looking forward to carrying on for the next few weeks and then just...parting ways. i go home to my state, you go home to your country. and everyone is happy. if it ends now, next year will be awkward. i want him to be someone i can say hi to on the quad. if it ends with the semester, that's just expected, and natural.

much to my amusement, i went to the vending machine but i forgot my card, so i had to take the stairs that come out in front of his room. when i walked by i saw that he had left his keys in the door and it made me hysterical. i seriously couldn't stop laughing. so when i got back to my room i text him, "your key's in the door haha" i have no idea why i found this so amusing, but it just made me feel even better about...everything. so that's that, and i guess we'll see what happens next.

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