L-Word Urges

For the past few days, I’ve been having some urges. Some L-word urges. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately, and I’ve decided to blog about it in the hope that I can make sense of the thoughts.

OB has lied to me over and over again, yet I felt such a strong connection to him that I forgave him every time. Things got better after every lie-forgiveness cycle, and now, things are pretty great. We’ve found some balance, got ourselves into something that resembles a routine, and I actually am quite happy.

But then he said it, sort of, and now I’m not okay.

The L-Word

For a few weeks now OB has put little love hearts in his messages to me. I’ve started doing the same. Not in an I-love-you way, because we haven’t said that yet; in a caring way. I think. Maybe?

But then he made himself crystal clear.

“One Ball HEART NotSoSexintheCity”

(With our actual names, obviously. Anonymity and all that.)

It flashed to me like a neon sign.

He fucking loves me.

I freaked out. I acted cool, calm, and collected to him, but inwardly (and to Bestie) I lost it. It made me realise one very big thing: I wasn’t ready for the L-word. Nowhere close. Each of OB’s negatives circled in my mind – the lies, the bullshit, the little habits I was starting to dislike.

“You ignored my love heart earlier,” he said, later on.

Fuck.

He’s trying to say it, isn’t he? He’s going to say it. He’s getting those L-word urges, too.

“Oh, you know I’m smitten you with already.” I tried to joke it off a bit.

“What does smitten mean?” he asked.

Hasn’t anyone ever heard of a dictionary?

Bestie has some (a lot of) thoughts about it all, of course. He thinks I’m a dick for forgiving OB so many times before, and he basically hates him now.

“You’re a fool for forgiving and believe him,” he told me.

And as much as I hate to say it, Bestie is usually right about such things. He’s been right about pretty much all of the men I’ve dated. Maybe he should make my dating decisions for me?

No L-Word Urges

My L-word urges have now disappeared completely, so I should thank OB for that at least.  I don’t love that guy. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I don’t think I can even trust him yet, let alone fall in love with him. Maybe I am deluding myself into thinking I can trust him after everything he’s lied about so far. Maybe I’m not.

My head’s a bit of a mess right now, friends. I know that I should probably be honest with OB about it, but he’ll only calm my fears in that soothing voice and good words like he’s done every time before.

Time will tell, I suppose.

Blogging definitely hasn’t helped me to make sense of my thoughts today, so that’s great.

The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Four Days.

Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤

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