Cry, cry

I cried last night. I cried a drum of tears. I thought I got better, but turns out I’ve been stifling my feelings all along. What’s wrong? I am complicating my life. And it doesn’t help that Trent is always around to add to this awkward feeling.

I used to think that maybe I’m just making a big deal out of it. But perhaps it’s also my female instincts kicking in. And besides Trent showed signs. It was pretty clear in his letter that I’m more than a just the person in the next cubicle. Or the lunch buddy. In fairness to him though, the letter made me feel special, but that’s as far as I can go with it.

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