Yeah, so, apparently…
He didn’t know we were going to go travelling together after Christmas. Even though I already asked him over text. And in person. And kept referring to it when we were together. And he never objected to it before. But apparently, it was still news to him when we were packing to leave the hostel in Wellington. I was so angry. I couldn’t catch a bus, because it was Boxing Day and everything would be sold out, so I’d have to hitchhike if I wasn’t travelling with him - and besides, if we’re both going the same way, what the fuck is the point in travelling separately?
So yeah, this later lead to an argument. Which lead him to tell me that he didn’t really find me attractive. And I cried over him for the first time in a month. And fought about it. And he very nearly left me to hitchhike in Wellington. But I’m stubborn, and I made him drop me at a hostel, and we stayed outside and talked for hours and hours about completely unrelated stuff. Then eventually he decided to stay at the same hostel and start travelling in the morning. And we had a good night, and I made pasta, and we played cards and I gave him a spontaneous shower-blowjob and it was all right again. And since we’ve been travelling together, we’ve had the best time I think we’ve ever had together. But now it’s the same shit all over again - I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, I don’t know what to do, don’t know where to go and all I want is to spend a few more days together. And since he’s come to the realization that he’s leaving me soon, he’s gotten closed off and irritable again.
Oh, and I guess we’re not going to Asia together anymore. Somehow he forgot about asking me that as well.
