The Boy is coming to town.
While I was visiting him in Boston, I half seriously invited him as my date to a wedding in May. And then we all know how it's been since then, what with me removing all my eggs from his basket and all. But we still talk. We talk a few times a week. But it's nothing like it was pre-Boston.
I like to be emotionally severed when I can.
So I've been severed, but we've also been talking, but distant. I like him, I do, but I'm not going to keep getting my feelings hurt.
I'm sensing a self preservation pattern.
We talked last month about making this happen, about him coming to see me, but he wasn't sure, and I took that as a no. My feelings weren't hurt, it's just one of those things. But just recently, right after the Doctor had left post one of our great newly awkward dates, The Boy called. And asked if I still wanted him to come.
So he's coming. He will be here in less than two weeks.
I'm not sure what to do with this information.
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