I haven’t really had anything of substance to say in a few days. I don’t have much substance to add today, either. Let’s see….
Last night Milo waited up for me to come home so we could talk. Actually, I think I very much like coming home and he’s here waiting for me. I can’t help it, I know that sounds selfish, but…it’s very cool.
There’s also the fact that, considering he’s right outside my door when I go to sleep, he’s usually the last thing I think about before falling asleep, so dreams are great.
One thing that I haven’t mentioned to anyone…before he moved in, I’d been giving more serious thought to just telling him how I felt, ever since he was going to go back to Maine…I knew I was going to probably the night before he left, but since he decided to stay, I’ve just been thinking about telling him anyway. I was explaining to Dustin why I was only going to tell him if he did move away, because I made myself promise a long time ago, and Dustin said, “He could die tomorrow in a car accident, and then you’d never have told him” and that made me think perhaps I should say something. How can you never tell someone you’re in love with that you are? But now that he’s living here, I’m not going to do it; it would be the absolute worst possible timing.
Not that this is the same thing, but I’ve only ever told Sister I love her a handful of times in my entire life. She and I have an unspoken understanding. Neither of us is comfortable saying it to the other in most cases, but we know.