That title is literally me. Every night that my boyfriend has dropped me off at home for the past two weeks.
He pulls in my driveway. I unbuckle my seatbelt. He pulls me over and kisses me and tells me to have a good night.
And what do I do?
I got about an eighth of the way through saying the big L word before biting my tongue, kissing him, and saying good night back.
Why I no can express proper feels?
It's not like I'm one of those people who puts a time limit on those sorts of things. At the same time, though, I have this very real fear that, maybe I'll say it, and maybe he'll react with an:
Or possibly a:
Or better yet, a:
Or, worst of all, he could:
I would DIE.
Not that I really think he would do or say any of those things. He's so very sweet, and he's the first person I've felt close to since I was sixteen. (I'm twenty now, if that helps you imagine.) I tell him everything (Except for the L thing.), whether I want to or not. I just start talking to him and I don't stop.
I have no clue what to do, at this point. Right now, I guess I'll just wait for him. Lame, huh?
Lame. That's another L word.
Not funny? Okay. I'll go away and stop bothering you Mibbians about my silly, girlish problems.
