Verbal Contract

I thought he was leaning in the opposite direction of what I was asking. I thought we would remain friends, and for a time housemates. But I was wrong, which only goes to prove I will never understand the minds of men.

I don’t know what nudged him in the direction of accepting my offer. Perhaps it was the concerns that I hoped to have put to rest, as well as his curiosity which was sated with bleached, bare bones honesty, even though the subject matter might have been uncomfortable for the majority. I will never lie to him.

I have no illusions that he is in love with me, nor I him. Each of us to the other is only a means to an end, though I do have affection for him. Two have been offered, the first not to begin until my caste is attained. Perhaps even a little longer, if I choose to work first.

My future seems set, what I had hoped for just beyond the next ridge of reality. I can see it from here, beckoning me and pulling me in. Now, all I have to do is beware of the traps along the way, because I have learned to expect the worse. And there are always pitfalls.