I can’t seem to get M. Paff out of my mind after that conversation we had the other day. And then yesterday, we were talking and he was worn out from SPOP and telling me about it that he was falling asleep—kind of. It was cute; it makes me want to actually fall asleep next to someone I actually like. You know, like, after a long day, we lie in bed and talk to each other—maybe cuddle a little bit—and just fall asleep like that. Wouldn’t that be nice?
And then today, we were kind of IMing on Skype. I was reading mangas like the geek that I am and talking to M. Monge at the same time and M. Paff was just doing whatever. Whenever I stopped talking, he would ask if I’d gone to bed. When I asked why he’d ask that, he told me not to worry about it. Then it got late, so he said he was getting off. Before he actually got off, however, he said, “Thank you for being you. Thank you for being here. And thank you for being a friend. It means a lot to me.”And, of course, I freaked out because I thought he was going to commit suicide. I made him promise that he wouldn’t. He wasn’t planning on committing suicide but promised not to anyways. Then I told him he meant a lot to me too. He said that something happened earlier today that ruined his whole day and it just “made me glad to have found people like you.”
Day made? Kind of?
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