So I am knocked out on my sofa around 9:45pm this evening and I don’t know how I woke up and saw my phone going off (its always on vibrate) and to my surprise its My Guy. He’s on his way to my house as I type this. He wanted to see me, because he misses me.
Its because of shit like this, I am so messed up in the head when it comes to him. I love him so much that I am almost afraid of fucking things up (if that makes sense). I don’t necessarily mean breaking his heart due to infidelity or lying but I just want to make sure I remain rational and stop thinking the worst of every possible situation. How about the lost art of thinking of the other person’s perspective?
Okay, I am going to get ready for My Guy now… ☺