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Twas a ridiculous night, it was.  He brought wine, and so I got friendly, and kissed him, even though he didn’t want to at first (a first: him trying to avoid my kissing him). But we did, eventually, and then he didn’t want to stay over, which he’d planned to but couldn’t now because we were kissing and not being just friends, and then he complained that I only wanted him to sleep over because he was drunk (he’d bought the wine! I’d like to point out).

It ended with his referring to my “faggy-ass friends” and me deciding that he would never grow up, and that I, too, could never look at him as just a friend (not now at least; I’d asked for time away from each other last month and he’d gotten so upset that he couldn’t see me that I gave in, thinking deep down somewhere that maybe we’d get back together somehow).

But no talking since the violent (over the phone) argument. And that’s probably for the best. I just wish he liked me and that he was a good person, because I’ve really fallen for him.