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Friday, 24 August 2012

Not exactly post-worthy

When I woke up this morning I think I still remembered bits of a dream I wanted to commit to memory. It was all gone by breakfast. During breakfast, the thought suddenly jumped at me: "What if LesMisGuy simply didn't know I liked him?". And then I caught myself short with a "There's just no way he didn't know. Don't be quite so silly, me. He had to know. He had more than enough information (how's infough for a portmanteau?). I told him I don't do squirrel logic. I asked him out. I asked him out. Having implied that I don't just ask people out. We kissed. We. kissed." If he can't be bothered to get back at me after that it's not on me because I didn't show I liked him. 

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