.....and sad.

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..............and sad.

Wow 2012

It has come to my attention that I have yet posted anything for this, the year of 2012. Here it is, and I have no idea what to say...but I shall try.

I have recently, and by recent, I mean since January, have been hanging out with and occasionally sleeping with an old boyfriend from high school. Nothing romantic, just...fun. No pressure. Its been wonderful. Now, I find myself wishing for me, and can see us acting more and more like a couple. Not that I am complaining. I like it, but then again I find myself questioning if I am ready. I also wonder if he notices. He probably does not, and I will not say anything, not yet. I will see where this road takes us.

So this is my short post, just to put my thoughts down somewhere.