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Yesderday evening he stopped at my house on the way to Scotti's. We sat on the couch and talked and all of a sudden he says, "I meant to give you a hug before you left (friday), but I went to the other room for a sec and you went out the door too fast." Why is he saying this, I thought. It's no big deal. Why mention it? "Well, hug me now," I said. We did, but then I just stayed there against him because he didn't take his arm from around me. We just lazed there and chatted, but it felt so good to be squeezed and carassed a little. This is the first time through the past couple weeks we've been able to do that.
I don't know what to think anymore. I know he's just doing his best and trying to let me know things are okay, (different, but ok) but I don't know if they are or if they will be.
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