"Let's go steady."
And I always change the topic with some inane comment like, "Do you think I need liposuction?" or "That day, I saw maggots crawling out of a patient's wound."
I am just lost. This feels like a crossroad, or somewhere the road diverges. Where I need to pick a direction. Or otherwise?
As irresponsible as this sounds, I am pretty contented at how things are between him and I right now. We are "undefined/it's complicated"??? We talk a lot about our days. We laugh at the same things (and the same people)... I think he gets me better than I do myself. (But that is pretty intimidating!) Things are further compounded by the fact that he works in the same hospital, at times.
Oh yeah, if you must know, the sex is awesome!
"No pressure. Take all the time you need."
Maybe sarcasm? I don't know. I guess I am just not ready to commit, not just yet.
But what is this warm-fuzzy-butterflies-feeling in my tummy everytime he smiles at me? Something I thought I would never feel again.