I'm meeting an old friend tonight. His names is Will and we were pretty good friends my freshman year of high school. I had the biggest crush on him then...and actually still do, I suppose.
We talked for like five hours online last night (wow...that's sad). He was drunk and kept saying crude things, but for some reason I like him more.
He told me last night that he liked me ("a lot") then but was into "bad girls". I told him I liked him, too. He said he already knew because it was obvious; I told him I figured he knew.
Just thinking about him makes me smile. Thinking I might get to see him tonight makes me smile. Thinking that something might happen makes me nervous.
I'm trying to not get my hopes up. I'm afraid I won't get to see him because he doesn't have a car or a phone. His sister is bringing him sometime today. He's not sure when, though. So it probably won't happen, but if it did, that would be very very very nice.
I wonder how much he's changed.
I wonder if he still might somehow like me.
Gah, I feel like a little girl.