stranger

after some time - in this case pretty early - us, women, start analyzing. maybe i do it too much or too little - dunno - but there is a whole bunch of questions i try to answer in that worst moment ever. 

he is, he is not, him that and that, and i am not sure if i like it. if i could put up with it. 

i can take pretty much everything - explaining myself that not everybody is thinking the way i am. but i cannot handle the fact he did not look back when i was leaving. he does not include me in his weekend friendly get-aways: i cannot see he is falling for me. 

i felt like a stranger today. i think the next time he texts me, ill be busy.

bed sheets smell fresh and clean