Yet again.
I shouldn't have sent a text.
I'm always getting in my way.
The condition for never speaking to Luke again was that he had until Wednesday to text/message/call/respond to a text if I sent one or I would be gone. Well it's Monday and I sent one and he responded.
I didn't know whether he would respond. I just sent "hey you." A very small part of me thought, 'damn' when he responded. Most of me started gearing up for the next round.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm sure as hell not waiting another month. All I need to hear is "yes I like you" or "no I don't like you that much." Really, how hard is that? It only took me what, a year...or 6...
I want to stay in bed for a very long time, but I can't. My fire is just a fizzle, but that's a start.
On the bright side, my thighs are sore from my workout the other day. It's a good pain.
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