oriole

Phil met me for tea on Sunday afternoon. We ended up spending the day together and watched cartoons for hours. He walked me to the bus stop and put his arm around my waist and held onto me. I didn't know what to do with my hands.
I hadn't expected to like him this much. I had, yet again, been oblivious to the fact it was a date, but this was a good thing this time. I was much more relaxed and comfortable and had no expectations or hopes going into it.

He gives me all these cute little kisses on my cheek and neck and lips.

I'm already anxious about ruining it. It hasn't even started. This could potentially be something good.


On the other hand, I really want to be ok so that I can be with someone. I am far too broken to be able to be half of a healthy relationship.