Just a few good moments
I was “seeing” a guy for a total of about two weeks. We had hung out a couple times, and had plans tomorrow but I haven’t heard from him since Monday. It’s a bit obvious what’s happened.
And it sucks because he said he preferred brutal honesty. And still ghosted me.
But I’m so happy from the few good moments we had. We had fun, and he had the sweetest dog. They both gave good cuddles.
I had the type of moments I’ve only dreamed about or seen in romance movies. I’ve still never dated. I honestly haven’t had much human interaction this year besides roommates, work and babysitting. Nothing that’s been a hang out with someone my age.
I’m still crying about it, because I had hoped there would be a few more good moments. And I’m alone on a Friday night with no where to go, and now no one to text. And as stupid as it sounds I keep thinking back on those few good moments. The way he smiled at me. The laughs we shared. Those moments where he went nerd mode.
Replaying them in my head, because they’re all I have.