I got drunk and slept with a boy. Sounds terrible, right?

Well it wasn’t. First of all, we only slept and talked, nothing else. Second, the boy was quite a boy. He was my crush a long time ago, he was all I wanted.

So the boy was great and so was the talk. I ended slightly embarrassed because I talked and did too much. But after all I’m still feeling overwhelmingly lucky.

It was nice. Better than nice. I have no words.

I think about it over and over again. And it makes me happy to remember how he hugged me, and what he said. But then I realize it’s nothing. I don’t know if it meant something to me. I’m pretending it was meaningless as it should have been. But I know uneasiness has taken over me. It’s too late for anything…

P.S. I find it hard to blog about this. That’s basically why I didn’t blogged in a while. I kept waiting for something else to happen so I wouldn’t have to blog about it. As you can see, I have nothing.

XoXo
Gaby