I’m in love. Or infatuated. Who cares? What matters is I’m with him now. There are still complications about his past, but he never did bad things to me, nor did he do bad things in front of me. And I can see that he cares for me too. So that’s it. Can’t say for sure if we’re really a couple now, but this relationship is mutually exclusive.
On the surface, he says the most endearing words to me. He wishes good things for me. He holds my hand, kisses my cheek, rests his head on my shoulder, smiles lovingly, and looks at me as if I’m the prettiest girl in the world. He puts me on a pedestal. It gives me the high. But on the other hand, it makes me worried too. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me. And I’m a little scared to get hurt again. But I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. And wishing there would be no more problems.
Bengal and Batman, what a weird couple…
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