Sooo... Things are a bit slippery nowadays. I thought after our grown up talk with Danny we could manage. It worked for a while. We did great. I did great. I deal with the situation quite well. Even my walls loosened a bit around him. And amazingly, I realized if I let him closer, he let me closer as well. We had even more adult conversation.
But after a while somehow I sensed Danny getting distant. It wasn't screaming at my face, just little by little. The sword has floated above our heads silently, barely recognizable but it's been there. And then bang, on Wednesday rage hit me again. We agreed to meet back at the bafe in the evening, no exact time, just in the evening. I was waiting for him all evening like a whore beside the road but he didn't show up. I had good time with the others and I didn't want to call him, making myself look desperate but around 11 I couldn't take it more. He forgot to give me a call he met Kitty and they went to his place. I swallowed my anger and said it was fine. But it wasn't fucking fine. I accepted I'm not the first, not the one. I don't act like a brat. But he crossed a line there. I ignore him for a bit, don't wanna get in a fight. Not that I didn't manage that already. I had a fallout with Leigh only because he wanted to help and asked what was wrong. But he should have known better than push, for God sake. I told him I didn't want to talk about it but he didn't leave me alone. I was a bitch with him. So if the Danny situation wouldn't be enough, I have to find a way to make it up to Leigh.
I've got no clue what's going on in that head of Danny but he'd better put his shit together. I wonder if we should just stop talking to each other in general. Maybe that would be the best...
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