I went home and straight to bed.
I felt so awkward and bad and ugh. I felt like I wanted to cry.
I got 25% of what I wanted, I got it,but I feel shitty.
A few weeks later,I felt my stomach toss and turn. I didn't think about kissing sal ,the thought of it made me sad.
But I missed it.
I fell asleep watching t.v in my room.
I watched friends.
One morning I saw Sal get in his car,he didn't look too happy.
I knew he wasn't still mad at me,So much time has passed.
I could go over to talk to him anytime I wanted ,but I chose to ignore him.
Or avoid him.
He comes over sometimes to talk with my mom,and my mom tells me he asks about me. And he asks how I'm doing.
"You know he cares about you. Why did you stop talking to him?" My mom asked,
"I don't know,stop asking me questions."
She has no clue what happened with me and him.
Another day, I was sitting on the couch, on my phone and Sal came over with Joe,and they talked with my mom.
Sal looked at me from the kitchen and he smiled.
I waved,and so did he.
Before leaving the house, he winked.
I guess something changed,he's not mad.
-To be continued-