An Apology Must Be Made...
Remember when I said that girls read into things far too much...and typically come to the wrong conclusion? Well that's me in a nutshell. For the past couple of days, actually the past two weeks, things with John seem so absolutely wonderful (actually words can't express how great a time I've had with him since the weekend with Better Off Dead/Baseball game--things just seemed to click) that I'm constantly fearing that the rug's going to be pulled out from under me...because when things get great--something bad typically happens (even though he's been saying some awfully nice things to me...encouraging things). Add the fact that Rachel's home (and I know, John's not planning on fucking it up), and I'm a paranoid, crazy mess. And now I apologize to John for that. I'm not typically like this at all (although I'm sure you're hard pressed to believe that) and our time together is too limited for me to be acting like a whacko.
Sorry Pumpkin.
Sorry Pumpkin.
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