I think whatever romance Bob and I had is slowly dying. This week has been different than usual. After Monday, we've been to lunch as usual, but he hasn't talked to me other than that. I text him about something specific on Wednesday, but that's all the talking we've done outside of lunch.
And he's home. Right now. I don't know how to feel. Part of me wants to take the hint and just accept the friendship. I can just be his friend. But the other part still wants to hold on. What if he changes his mind? I don't want to miss the opportunity. And still another part of me wonders why he ever started talking to me in the first place if he had just gotten out of a relationship when we met.
Boys are stupid.
I'm at home for now. I hadn't planned on coming home this weekend at all and enjoying my fall break relaxing at school, but my brother Sebastian and his girlfriend Kyla have to go to Florida to get Kyla's car and some other things from her parents, and since Kyla doesn't have her license just yet I have to help them drive down there and back. It's a long trip for one person to drive.
I have to write a whole paper tomorrow. I'm actually at work tonight, which strangely makes me happy, despite the fact that I slept for an hour and half last night. But I'm making that papahhh, so it's all good. But anyway, that's what's up tonight. I'm going to get off my phone now because 1. I'm at work, and 2. I don't actually have unlimited Internet on my iPhone...strangely enough. Whatever, Mom. Love you, too.
