Intro to Tokyo Guy pt. 1

I remember the first time I told you I loved you, and you were pissed that I had said it first. I was so nervous and I think I said it in bed after we had sex one night in the closet. You said it back, which was a relief but my heart was still pounding. Later you argued that you said it first, days before that, but you whispered it and I didn't hear it--so it doesn't count.

I remember one time when you were drunk, coming back from your own going away party, and you took a shower at my place. Your eyes were looking greener than they ever do and you were just in a towel. You collapsed on my futon and I took the towel off you and climbed on top of you. Your skin smelled nice from the shower and I noticed the contrast of your pink hot-from-the-shower skin with your too-green eyes. I could still smell and taste alcohol on your mouth. This was before I drank much, and it kind of turned me off, but I loved you so much. Even though you were drunk I knew you loved me and I knew you were happy to be able to come back to my apartment after your party.

And then you left me and it changed a lot of things.

I don't want to date anymore. I love dating, but I hate the part when I fall in love and then the boy moves away to an Asian country. What is it with me loving guys with Yellow Fever?

Stop it, Anna. Just stop it.