Friday, May 31, 2013

Saying The Wrong Thing

I always do that... I see that things are going super well in a relationship, then completely screw it up, by saying something or doing something that's a little too much for the guy to handle just yet.  Part of me can't help that I freaking love the guy.  I shouldn't be liable for what I say when I'm in this state... What does he expect when he knows he's got me wrapped around his little finger.  I mean, I'll do anything that amazing man asks: dishes, running stuff up to the store, making dinner, laundry, fetching him water or whatever he fancies before bed, etc...  I'm not complaining.  I brought it upon myself, I know.  I sarcastically huff or complain, but he has to know I don't mean a bit of it.  Honestly, it's what I've always wanted: someone that will let me take care of him.

Don't mistake me for a fool.  Trust me, he does so much for me too.  He practically does all the cooking, drives us almost everywhere, buys things for me when needed without expecting repayment, etc.  I think we have a good thing going.  We take care of each other.  Based on what he says and does, he's attracted to me (though I have no clue why.  Dude could get any chick he wanted with that smile and sweet voice).

Now, I'm not trying to rush things like I did before.  That's stupid, pointless, and it isn't what I want.  I mean, I know I want this to be a forever thing.  I just want to make sure I know everything I can know about him before it becomes officially permanent.  I believe that would cause a lot less stress than finding things out later on.  I guess I just wish he didn't draw back so much when I say stupid things.  I kind of wish he would just tell me to take it easy.  That's kind of his job: to reign me in when I get to be too much.  He's good at it when we're in the same room.  He shakes his head at me, calls me ridiculous.  When he's smiling, I know it to be a joke.  When he isn't, I know it's his way of saying, "Stacy, calm down a little."  It's not as easy when we aren't in the same room.  He's subtle.  Doesn't come out and say what's bothering him.  I have to be able to see his face to know.

I just don't know what to do sometimes... I feel like I have to watch myself, and make sure I don't say anything stupid.  Oh well, I hope things will get easier as time goes on.

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