Rendezvous
16 April 06 : 04.19 AM
Then he kisses me on my hair.
I guess there was always a narcissistic tug that told me he's been wanting to do that for a while. But last night, talking about everything from how his parents met, to him pretending to know how to read my fortune by the lines on my palm, to bursting road trips, he kissed me on my hair thinking I couldn't feel it.
I mean, he tells me about these girls he's been having sex with. Tonight he called me telling me that one of them found out and isn't talking to him. What about the fact that just a few months ago one of his best friends liked me? He laughs at me for being obsessed with Bucky (I am so obsessed with him, it's crazy). He sleeps with these girls but treats them like friends, and here he kisses me on my hair so tenderly I almost couldn't feel it.
There must be something I'm missing out on here.