Last weekend Mickey and I went on a spontaneous trip together. We met Jerome Boateng, which was huge for a football fan like myself.
I didn't know that Mickey hadn't told the other guys. It caused an uproar within the Asian crew, since nobody had seen this coming. Me and Mickey on an overnight trip just the two of us. Honestly, I couldn't even tell if there was anything to be excited about. He was the perfect gentleman the entire time and didn't take advantage of any possible situations. Then again he wouldn't have suggested to stay for two days if he thought there was nothing there. We went for an evening walk arm in arm as heavy snow flakes were covering us. And when I borrowed his shoulder to sleep on our train ride back, he didn't mind at all. Today we learned that he'd be traveling across Europe in a few days, so he asked if I could meet him somewhere along the way. What does this even mean.
Sometimes I tell myself that Mickey is cute and all, but it'll pass as usual. Sometimes I feel sad, because I know he will get married at some point and I don't have a say in anything. I will laugh it off while my heart is broken. I still have to work with this guy. On this particular trip, I felt happy like I hadn't felt in years.
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