That L Word

"It has taken me a while to get used to this new feeling. When I woke up with a smile, oh I nearly started screaming that I love you!"
- The Pipettes, I Love You

I spent the night at Wrecking Ball's last night, which was excellent. After musical theatre rehearsal, he collected me and we went for a really long drive before the weekly T.V. night in Hamlet's dorm. We also went back to his place after that, but that isn't what I wanted to talk about in this entry (it is in the entry I just did, "Eight").

Our drive was wonderful. We did a lot of talking, and we shared some music. The sun went down as we drove, and at one point we pulled over so we could look at the beautiful colours. The sky was almost entirely clear, but there were a few wispy clouds in just the right portion of sky that the whole thing was just brilliant.

When we were on the way back into the city, he told me that he thought I might be the sort of person he could love. I told him I had the same feeling about him. Honestly, I've been thinking about that a lot lately - do I love him? I know I could. But do I? And if I thought I did, could I find the courage to tell him? After what happened with Cowboy, I'm not certain I could tell him for a long time. Let's see, it took me a month and a half to tell Cowboy after I knew, and that went badly. So Wrecking Ball, if tomorrow I realise I love you, I think I'll be telling you in, like, July. Haha.