perhapsevil

Love is a bastard. I was at my boyfirend's house and he wanted to be intimate and suddenly i felt like i couldn't breathe like i was being smothered. So i pushed him off of me and started getting dressed. Of course he asked what was wrong and I told him i felt claustrophobic. He sat there watching me dress, then i turned to go and he told me to wait. I didn't. I went to my car and fumbled with my keys for a disgustingly long time because i couldn't find the right key. That gave him enough time to get dressed and folllow me out . Finally, i found the key and got in the car. He knocks on my window, i don't respond, he walks around to the other door and gets in. He tells me to drive, I tell him to get out. He didn't. He talked for a long time, i didn't listen. I already knew what he was going to say. i just stared at my hands, thinking of nothing, saying nothing. I drove home and he was already there, waiting for me. He talked some more and i didn't listen some more, instead I dug my keys into my hand and focused on that. I woke up this morning and there's a note on my car that says that he'll be there when i'm ready to talk. Do i tell him that he loves me so much that it smothers me?