There’s a guy.
Don’t all complicated stories start out that way?
But things aren’t complicated with him.
I don’t think so, anyway.
This guy, I don’t know, I think he might be different.
I know, I know.
Truth is, I don’t want to fall in love right now.
I’ve been I love, maybe I still am in love.
But I’m so tired of taking care of others.
Of taking on others baggage, of twisting my life to fit the one I love.
Always meeting someone else’s needs.
I’m not even sure what I want right now anyway.
And that’s okay.
This guy, I like this guy.
And he likes me.
That’s all I need to know.
Who knows, maybe he’ll be a short fling.
Maybe he’ll be more.
I’m not trying to overthink it right now.
And for once, not thinking about it feels good.