He said he wasn't ready. He admitted to me has things from his past he wants to tell me one day. I did say the same to him, but I doubt he expected any of this. I scared the hell out of him, I know I did.
No, no. That's not it at all. I just think it's a hard conversation to have and if you have it in the car you have to brace yourself for an even harder trip. And no that it won't be the end of the world.
It's already going to be the hardest trip of my life. If I don't go, I'll never go. He needs to know some of the details. All he knows is that I'm a giant asshole who carries laxatives around on dates and lies to him.
Everything else he knows what as farce. Now he has to learn about the real me, and I don't think he's going to like me very much. I don't even like me.
I don't know what I need. It's like my brain has spontaneously combusted. I went to his place at 3am in the pouring rain with no coat or umbrella. It was like a scene out of a bad romantic comedy.
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