Waking up around 11:30 a.m. with Elvis stretched out by my side.
Oatmeal. Tea.
At Music Makers coaching 3 band rehearsals with Jake and Rebecca’s help.
PB&J and Coffee.
Everything goes pretty well and without too much stress.
Afterwards, cleaning up. Then, Rebecca and I grab some dinner at Pelon’s at the oceanfront. She tries churros for the first time – even though it’s difficult to order stuff without onion for her we enjoy the food.
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Later on in the conversation I build up the courage to say it, “Okay I have a confession to make...I think I’m in love with you.” It feels good to get that off my chest – we dive into some more epiphanies about our unique relationship over the past two years – the undefined complexity of it.
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Sitting in my car in front of the house we shiver while I divulge more. Eventually, I hang out at her place – her cats fully entertaining us – but talking more about the things I’ve been feeling and have developed new perspectives on. She doesn’t exactly reciprocate the feelings. But it doesn’t mean there can’t be hope. More importantly, we’re both mature enough to still be friends and coworkers amidst things of this nature.
Back home. Taking care of chores and such. Snacking hard.
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