the day kyle sat with me and a few friends, i couldn't be happier. i liked kyle, a lot. i will admit, im pretty sure i love him.

he was good looking, really. his blonde hair was like heaven to me, and his ocean blue eyes just added to that.

im glad he sat with me. that must mean he doesn't hate me, which is exactly what i hoped for. i was nervous to approach him at first. i didn't think he had any interest in being even anywhere near me, but i guess he proved me wrong.

he was kind of quiet at the table, but i didn't really mind.

the day after that, he sat with me again. that same day, i decided to ask if he ever kissed someone.

he said no.

i almost said "wanna try?", but of course I didnt end up actually doing that. i mean, how embarrassing would that be?

to my surprise, we ended up kissing the next day.

it just sort of happened. we were both in the bathroom, and he asked me if i was straight. when i told him i was bi, that's when it happened. so technically, im his boyfriend. i think. i mean, we did kiss. i remember him looking as if he didnt enjoy it, but that must've just been my imagination making up crap.

now its the day after he kissed me, and he hasn't spoken to me yet. i mean, he hasn't spoken to me ever since we kissed, and that's pretty long if you think about it.

shit, i really hope he talks to me soon.