Handwritten Journal
Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, and Christmas pilgrimages.
As the end of the year neared, I prepared to travel home. Not before, however, reading far too much into simple and kind gestures from an employee at Target (again). Analyzing my writings from this period in my life is, truly, cringe-worthy. I turned the tiniest amounts of attention from women into feasts for my starving soul. I was so lonely and emotionally unstable.
I was not over the past love of my life nor was I ready to date.
This is further evidenced by a going-away party I wrote about. Once more, I turned attention and affection from a woman into deep romantic interest and proposition. No, Andrew. A few prolonged hugs does not mean love. It means friendship.
I wish I didn’t spoil these kind gestures as I did.
