Ugh I know...I swear that wasn't the plan, but it all of a sudden feels like that's what's actually happening.
Like, I offered to leave when we got together so we could have space and he's all 'you should stay, it's better that way' because of the babies and everything and I totally was on board but then last night I was doing laundry so I offered to do his while I was at it and then when I was actually doing it and his clothes were all mixed in with mine it was like I was having flashbacks of Dexter. It's not Clark at all. Like, it's not even the whole living there right now thing, even. ...it's fucking Dexter.
Sorry, rambling... I don't want to hurt his feelings, because he's been awesome, and like I said, it's not even him. He's amazing; I adore him. I genuinely like staying here but it's freaking me out because now all I can think about is Dex and I don't want to be doing DarcyandClark just because there's no DarcyandDex, you know what I mean? That's not fair to either of us.
...you're going to tell me to tell him exactly that, aren't you...?