Good things

1. I've done all of the planning for an essay, now just to write it.

2. My workload is slowly becoming feasible.

3. My family is great.

4. Last night we were talking about people, me and him, and we were joking about one truly hideous girl. He said she'd have to learn to dance. I asked him why dance, and he didn't answer, he just changed the topic. He said to me once that I was a natural mover, a natural dancer. I hope he doesn't know how much I like him, because then he'd hate me, he's fickle like that. We talked about love. He thinks love is like a warm slipper. I said it was like writing an essay. I don't think it is, really. I said it was just boring in the end, just something everyone ends up doing.

Neither of us said I love you, but that's a stupid thing to say anyway at this stage. I don't think there's any such thing as unrequited love, it has to be two way, especially the non platonic kind. Love has to have some sort of power balance on both sides. I don't think I'd like him to say I love you, I like it when he says "oh, I hate you," and he doesn't mean it at all. I like disagreeing with him, to be disagreeable, but it's agreeable in the end because he likes disagreement and I like playing devil's advocate. I'd hate it if he started to say I love you all the time, it's so tedious and worryingly clingy. I think I could deal with someone never saying it, as long as I knew they did feel it.