This week.

This week ive been feeling pretty shitty. Today there was a dance and i went and so did "he" and i danced with people and he watched and i have to come clean and say i made sure i was in his sight the whole hour. I wanted to see if he would watch me whether it was me moving by myself or if with other people. He watched me doing both. I cant be for sure but i think hes starting to like what he sees. & i think he was kinda feeling it before but now hes being a smart boy and picking up on the hints i give. About fucking time. I watched him watch me. He knows. I made it very clear that i was aware of his eyes looking for me. i did my best to meet them everytime he looked at me. The little game we played was fun and it left me wanting more. I am rather pleased with myself and im doing my best to not think about how today like many other days probably wont make a difference. He doesn't walk me to class. He walks her. He knows all her classes and meets her after every one of them. I don't blame her. My fault.