| Current mood: |  sad |
I knew bringing it up would be a bad idea, but I let someone convince me otherwise. Now he says that nothing's wrong, but I see the far away look in his eyes. I know him better than that. I know there's something wrong and it pains me that he won't tell me what it is. I feel like I'm responsible for his pain and I hate that. I feel like once again I ruined a good thing.
I spent the night and when I woke up in the morning he was still asleep. I watched him for what seemed like hours. He looked so peaceful, the most peaceful I had seen him look all night. I scribbled a note to let him know that I had left, then placed it on the pillow I had been using, next to his. I didn't change out of his clothes, they smelled like him and I didn't want to leave them.
Now I'm back home, sitting here in his clothes, trying desperately to figure out what I did wrong. I want to call him, but something's holding me back. Something's telling me I should wait for him to make the first move.
Things were going so well. I guess it was only a matter of time before something happened.
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