I hadn't seen him in a while and hadn't talked to him much either. We munched on dinner while watching 30 Rock, all the while laughing and sitting close to one another on the couch. It was nice to just relax in front of the tv and hear someone else laughing with me to the show, as I usually watch it alone.
We didn't really talk much about serious things, and kept it light most of the night. I asked him how his match stuff was going, and he said it was okay. He too was getting exhausted maintaining all the emails and such. I agreed with him. But other than that, we did not go into specifics. Not sure if he's met gals that are special, or if he just didn't want to hear my stories, but it was a bit odd that we clammed up and didn't discuss this topic. I guess maybe since we might still care for each other, hearing this would be odd.
I was starting to really get tired, so he offered to go home. Before he left, he gave my head a nice rubdown to relieve the tension. It was really nice. It's like he knew what I needed.
When he left, I didn't feel a desperation of wanting him to be around. I had a good time with him but wasn't feeling the neediness that I might feel from before. The attention, the focus, the time. I'm not sure what to think of our evening in, but I felt like I was definitely becoming less attached to him. And I'm not really sad about it. It's a course of life it seems. Who knows where he and I will go from here!
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