Essentially, he asked me if I was teasing him with my affections, and I said I was not. We spoke at-length on the topic. He told me he loved me, and I returned the sentiment, though at the time I did not know if it was heat of the moment that made me speak or not. I had to think about it after the fact, knowing that some sort of emotion was there, but not being able to pin it properly due to the fact I have... well, no experience at all with anything of this nature. Thus did I come to you to for verification, I suppose.
It seems I was right to say what I did, but even so, being new to the feeling made me wonder if that was what it was.
[Well, the reality of it is that until this moment he was pretty sure that love was when you wanted to aggressively keep someone at your side and be possessive over them and let them bite your jugular until you bleed and rule the world together. All normal things. He didn't realise it was this... fluttery. And gross. And sticky. Which is more of the answer for "why he's asking La Pluma this" than "needed a second opinion". It's kind of a second opinion? Whatever.]
The conversation then boiled down to how we "could not" be together quite yet, and then he asked if we might still be physically intimate [why do you word things like this] with each other despite this.
I suppose the question offended me, so I politely said no and left. And here we are, three days later. I haven't spoken to him since.
[Everything was so much easier when he felt nothing for people other than "oh hey, you're useful". Fuck this.]
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[Like 5 minutes later:]
Essentially, he asked me if I was teasing him with my affections, and I said I was not. We spoke at-length on the topic. He told me he loved me, and I returned the sentiment, though at the time I did not know if it was heat of the moment that made me speak or not. I had to think about it after the fact, knowing that some sort of emotion was there, but not being able to pin it properly due to the fact I have... well, no experience at all with anything of this nature. Thus did I come to you to for verification, I suppose.
It seems I was right to say what I did, but even so, being new to the feeling made me wonder if that was what it was.
[Well, the reality of it is that until this moment he was pretty sure that love was when you wanted to aggressively keep someone at your side and be possessive over them and let them bite your jugular until you bleed and rule the world together. All normal things. He didn't realise it was this... fluttery. And gross. And sticky. Which is more of the answer for "why he's asking La Pluma this" than "needed a second opinion". It's kind of a second opinion? Whatever.]
The conversation then boiled down to how we "could not" be together quite yet, and then he asked if we might still be physically intimate [why do you word things like this] with each other despite this.
I suppose the question offended me, so I politely said no and left. And here we are, three days later. I haven't spoken to him since.
[Everything was so much easier when he felt nothing for people other than "oh hey, you're useful". Fuck this.]