I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore.
To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel that way. That I could feel that heat that burned fiercely, violently, forcefully...yet, I wanted it to consume me wholly.