I've been thinking on G's visit.

My gut says not to trust him.

If he were any other man, with reactions like that, with the way he looked into my eyes, the way he was hungry for my lust, the way he cooked me dinner and rubbed my shoulders after work and stroked my hair when I lay in his lap, I would think that he loved me.

With G?

I don't know.

I looked into his eyes as he stroked my hair, but I didn't see past the irises.

His head is a maze that I can't seem to navigate.

Should I go visit him sometime in the future?

What do you think?

I have always wanted to see Seattle...

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Rosie.

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