I already have problems trying to understand other people sometimes so trying to understand someone else is harder especially since im an aspie.
I started messing around with this guy I liked and he ended up being my boyfriend. We’ve been together for a month and a half. Before we officially started dating we were actually good friends with a lot of things in common. We have the same type of personality and we are both goofy idiots that laugh about nothing most of the time and it makes people around us think we are crazy. I ended up moving into my friends house, which is where he kind of lingered I guess is the right word to choose. Technically, we lived together and shared a room from day one of our relationship. He’s already met many people in my family just because it kind of happened that way. Neither of us forced that. I believe our relationship moved extremely fast.
I know he’s had a troubled past from day one, as a matter of fact that first conversation we had was him speaking of a incident that happened to him in the past where he got in trouble. He’s been to prison before, and out. He’s on parole now. He had been talking about the day that he was going to be going back to jail soon, and It made me sad. I mentally prepared myself for it. But as the day got closer, another play came up. He decided he was going to run away from the state and stay gone till his charge would be forgotten, he claimed seven years. And that really upset me. I only had two days to try and keep him here which I managed to do. He didn’t run away, nor did he go to jail. So I was happy about both.
The day that I thought he was leaving to run away was the day that I was away from him. (I’ve seen him every single day for a month and a half, shared a room and bed.) So I had gotten use to him being there and helping me out. He fixed my car when it broke down on me. I had come to the conclusion that I was in love with him, but can’t understand it because I have never been this way for anyone. And the fact that our relationship has only been a month and a half has made me believe that maybe I just didn’t want him to leave due to separation anxiety. It’s been about two weeks since this realization and I have yet to speak to him about it. Though the friend we lived with says she thinks it’s love. I’m just not sure..I care a lot about him. Get worried about him, always trying to make sure he’s ok.