12/10/2013
He just tried to take my clothes off! I don't know if I'm mad or happy about that, but he did. I stopped him. He feels so bad. Or seems like it anyways. We were kissing and I can see where he was coming from, and I did let him get a little closer than usual, he touched my breasts a little. It felt really good. But when he tried to pull off my shirt it was too much for me. I stopped him and he looked like he just killed a puppy. I almost wanted to apologize to him. He didn't know. I was reacting to over my shirt so why not under? I can't even explain it never mind expect him to. I've been trying to get used to the idea of being with him. I mean I love him and he says he loves me too. And I like talking to him, kissing him. I want to, but I want it to be special, different. Exiting, good. I think that I want to try on Christmas. And I'll put some roses and other romantic stuff around in my bedroom. I'll wear something sexy. I want it to be perfect. I know better than that, but I can always dream, right?