If i was dating the guy i like, i would probably call him babe, or a shortened version of his name, or something fandom related.

sigh...if only i had the guts to get to know him better...
Gold wrote:As for pet names, I called my ex A spin on his name(don't want to say, it was an unusual name), and I loved when he called me sweetheart, it's my favorite generic pet nameI would not reuse person nicknames like mine for him, but things like baby and sweetheart are okay to re-use
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So I've been dating this guy for around two months now. He's literally the sweetest, he would do anything for those close to him. I've always been awkward about my feelings, I've never labeled a relationship, even six months in with my ex I still referred to him as a friend, even though we were totally dating and committed. Just easier and less awkward. I hate the word boyfriend. I really do.
But with this new guy I started out really rocky but lately I've been totally into him. But I still feel weird about labeling things and I don't want to upset him and make him think I'm not that into him.
Gold wrote:As for pet names, I called my ex A spin on his name(don't want to say, it was an unusual name), and I loved when he called me sweetheart, it's my favorite generic pet name :) I would not reuse person nicknames like mine for him, but things like baby and sweetheart are okay to re-use
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So I've been dating this guy for around two months now. He's literally the sweetest, he would do anything for those close to him. I've always been awkward about my feelings, I've never labeled a relationship, even six months in with my ex I still referred to him as a friend, even though we were totally dating and committed. Just easier and less awkward. I hate the word boyfriend. I really do.
But with this new guy I started out really rocky but lately I've been totally into him. But I still feel weird about labeling things and I don't want to upset him and make him think I'm not that into him.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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