To say that I barely survive this last week would be an understatement. By Friday I had resigned myself to my imminent fate and I succumbed to the sadness that is PMS. Yeah, being hit with PMS while waiting for Colton to make up his mind was not helpful. My gosh, it was not helpful. But that's beside the point. It was a rough week.
I don't even know how to write this post. I keep thinking of everything that happened over the weekend, but I don't really want to write about it. Colton didn't ditch me. He didn't say he'd be my boyfriend, but he did say he's not seeing anyone else. He's scared and I'm frustrated and honestly, I don't know that I want to write about our story. Everything has been coming together over the past few days. Colton and I are figuring things out and finding how we fit together as a unit.
Maybe we don't need labels like "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" because we're committed to each other without those. Maybe he'll come to San Francisco in April with me. Maybe we'll break up when he gets back from Europe. I don't know. But what I do know if I'm pretty dang happy with Colton. I'm starting to wonder what he would think about my writing this blog. How would he react if he knew I was telling the details of our relationship to the internet? How would I feel if he were doing the same about me?
So that's where I am. Happily basking in the brightness that is Colton and probably not going to tell you about it.
Am I supposed to apologize for this? I don't know.
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