I can't help but think, if I'd just shut up - if I'd just not made a big deal of what was essentially, two adults meeting at the same table for a hot beverage - then perhaps I wouldn't have spent the bulk of the weekend feeling like a stupid shit. Seriously, it wasn't a marriage proposal?! Perspective StangeBird!!
I can't help but think.
That's it - I think way too much. And then, when I act on the thinking - it's catastrophic.
I've written up a mock of what I might message him with. But, I'm being a good girl - I'm letting it settle and seeing if it's a good idea in the morning. I'm convinced it's a good idea.
I'm also already convinced I'll send it.
Sometimes the thinking only works one-way.