I was gonna be mad that the boy doesn't love me yet. But then I remembered that my own dad doesn't say he loves me unless I say it first. One must first give love in order to receive it.
But I'm not ready to be anyone's property anyway. I'm enjoying moderate freedom, the thrill of exploring someone new, mutual seduction and suspense, and all the little adorable moments. The longer the courtship, the more fun it is for me.
I'm used to younger boys tossing their hearts at me quickly, but there's wisdom in moving slow. It's a relief not to feel pressured for once. We're both into each other and feeling it out without sacrificing our autonomy. Refreshing.
We are quite in sync, and both mystically intuitive together. I understand him because we are so similar. We have a positive effect on each other. I feel very secure. The pace is slow, but clearly progressing. I'm not uncomfortable or stressed. Just wanted to check in with myself. Yeah, I think I'm okay with this. I'm satisfied.
4:17 a.m. - 2016-07-18