The boy drove north for breakfast. The boy came and sat on my couch for an hour or so with his arms around me while I listened to him breathe. We watched Katie and Matt. Then he kissed me.
I didn’t start crying immediately, and they weren’t big woe is me tears. It was after he took me back to my car at the egg that it started. I climbed out of the truck and sat in my car for about 5 minutes fighting it off. Fighting off the urge to just holler at him for making me smile and then leaving. Leaving on a trip. Leaving on a lot of trips. Leaving and I don’t know when I’m gonna see him again.
So on his way out, I sent him a text. Told him that in the interest of being honest, my heart hurt because I hated watching him leave. He says simply “Nothing about this should hurt. I enjoy spending time with you when I can. Sometimes brief, others we’ll have more time. I’ll be thinking about you all day (I usually do). Then he says “By the way, in the interest of being honest feel free to ask me anything, anytime”.
So I did. His response to my tread lightly question? Silence.
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