I went to visit J this weekend in the small town he lives in. We had an awesome time just spending time together. I didn't want to leave him this morning, but I had to return home to my life in the City. Not that it's a big city, but much bigger than his. It was nice though. I like him more and more every time I am around him.
I guess there was a party while I was gone and some of my friends and his friends were in the same place. There was talk about our relationship- the word to describe what people thought was "speculative" whatever that means. I hate that. I just want people to be supportive and not care, but it never seems to work out that way.
Well I like him and that is all that matters. Right?