And this is where I get stuck. I don’t know the adjective. I cannot describe it. It sucks; I know. I am guessing you know too…
Someone told me yesterday something about comfort zones, and how their size differs, and how people aren’t supposed to invade other people’s zones. Am I invading his? Does he want that?
How weird is he being around me? It all happened in a second or two. As much as that moment held weakness and ultimate surrendering to what was going on, as much as I need strength to make it through without him. Upon his request.
But how come? Wasn’t he at all attentive? Didn’t he think?
I will never, ever, understand men. Some men tell me it’s all in simplicity. Others tell me they are all complicated. Who do I believe? What is the universal code?
– Yikes –