About a boy.
And I don’t mean the movie. As I’m writing this I’m considering the best way to go about it at the same time. Essentially I have a lot of happy things going on and a really being mess at the same time.
Dalton, a guy I’ve been talking to as friends for about five months or so, and I were going to grab lunch on the 16th - a friend date and nothing more. He works at the movie theatre there in Clarksville, so we decided after munching out way through Chinese food that we would go watch Chronicle. (An interesting movie for those who haven’t seen it, but that would take away from the reason of this post to explain it.)
I’ll spare the boring details that say nothing happened during the movie. We sat next to one of his friends that happened to be in the same movie. Once the movie was over things started to turn interesting. He asked shortly after we sat there and the theatre cleared if he could kiss me. I replied - knowing he has a boyfriend - that I we shouldn’t because of the fact.
Then he explains that they have been drifting apart anyway and blah blah blah… Eventually my morals kind of collapse, then BAM! Queue fucking fireworks and explosions and shit.
And here I shall cut the story short for now. Then last section gets far more confusing - even for me to process.