skurvee

I went to Dour festival. It was awesome. My boyfriend surprised me by coming too. I was so happy!
He said he loved me. He said it took him too long to say it, nine months, and that we should say it more often.
But we couldn't once the dope and alcohol wore off.
Yesterday we lay in bed and I asked him if he remembered what he said. I couldn't get the words out of my mouth this time, just barely. Then everything went to hell. He is unhappy. It's not me, but it might be, because everything went too fast for him.
Now, I might lose him.
I had the best weekend ever with him. He couldn't stop kissing me, he said he loved me and that the whole relationship thing wasn't half as bad as he imagined. Now, everything is fucked.