There is always one word, or one sentence, or something tiny that may change the situation completely. A weekend with Kevin was great, or to say, was utterly incredible. I was happy, and I guess, I was in love. But there was a joke he said afterward, when I was back and still texted him. Maybe it was a joke, or maybe he was seriously trying to stop us from getting further than it had been supposed to be. He asked me “How an independent woman falls for a stranger!” Well, an exclamation has hit my mind immediately. You know, that happens when you communicate in the second language of both. He chose a bad word for his joke, or perhaps, he meant it. I don’t know and I don’t want to know either. “Stranger”. I was kind of mad at him. Like, you don’t use that word for a girl you had sex with, or like literally had living with, someone you had know for almost 2 years even though we had not frequently interacted. Anyway, “stranger” is an absolutely unacceptable word in this case. So I just decided to stop texting him.
I missed him at first. I was extremely tempted to text him. But now, I think, everything is normal, be back to what it was before. He was back to be like a vacation. What I have for him is now a mere reminiscence of a romantic weekend getaway. Well, he said he love me. And well, I said I may fall for him. But that’s it. Just let it be something “he said, she said”. And let it go.