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oh, our fire died last winter.
all of the shouting blew it out.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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RICKY BOWEN STAYED the night and something about it made me happy. After we kissed, we played Uno and played a couple of songs on my guitar. We had fun. Best friend fun. But afterwards he told me that his mom has a new boyfriend but he said he didn't want to talk about it and for a second, he even forgot about it. Then we fell asleep but I wasn't so sure if not talking about the kiss was a good or bad thing.
I liked it, of course, but I warned him not to talk about how he felt for me. I warned him not to because whatever he felt, good or bad, I was going to get hurt. And I don't think I want to get hurt anymore. I didn't want my heartbroken and I especially didn't need a heartbreak from my own best friend.
We may have not talked about the kiss but I thought about it, of course. I liked it, a lot. He knows I did because he knows that I may be falling in love with him. But sadly, I wasn't sure what his intentions were. It can be from feeling the same way as me or just trying to get me to shut up. I was hoping it's not the latter.
