“you matter. What you think matters….”

I remember vividly those words being spoken. Where we were at the very moment. My state of mind. Where we were headed. The temperature.

At first I thought you were gassing me and being nice. but your tone was very sincere and the fact you said a couple times to reassure me as I brushed it off sold me. Maybe I thought I mattered more than you meant. Who knows… Actually maybe that was just then. And this is just now. Thus, I no longer have any value to you. I think I should. Maybe I do. Perhaps I’m stuck in my own thoughts; destroying myself once again.
That night was very fresh. Everything was. Our interaction. Our rapport. Our conversations. Everything. But that’s not normally the problem. We ALWAYS get along in person. The chemistry will always remain in that respect.
Made future plans. To hangout. That’s the last time you allowed a “gay” moment. But not the last compliments 😉 lol.
There’s something about THAT night…

There’s something about you saying I “mattered”. That now, Has me in a twist. I suppose I’ll give it more time before jumping to anymore conclusions (as if there’s any to make, right?)

I don’t know though. But really, I never do.

**I’m just thinking “out loud”