I'm in a considerably good mood today. I got nearly 10 hrs of sleep after going to bed early. It felt great! Since most nights I only get 2-3 hrs of sleep. (Side note: I just realized that I naturally type hrs instead of hours and have to concentrate to type the second.... You know you are a computer addict when.....) Anyway, I spent yesterday texting Mr.Sexy a little, but for a vast majority of the day texting Torrent (a good friend, previous short lived fling, who is currently going through the same thing) He is also a mutual friend of the Other Half. Twice I had to go into the bathroom at work cause I was tearing up. I was still pretty upset about the Other Half despite him actually calling (though not speaking) the night before. Torrent said he'd talk to the Other Half and get his side, see whats going on in his head and see whats bothering him. Not only is he adorably sexy but he's a good friend too. The chick that didn't choose him? Yeah she's a complete idiot. Torrent is actually a lot like Other Half in many ways. In others not so much.
When I got home I was trying to do homework and reading this horrible article one of my professor assigned. NO ONE can understand it. It was a horrible painful read. Torrent was helping me with it and with Math when suddenly *Bloop Bloop* Skype message. This is not something unusual. My skype is always on and at any given second one of a dozen people could message me. But who should it be?
The Other Half. Whats this? Just simple start off message, light hearted. Its so very him. I was afraid to talk to him, afraid he'd leave me hanging. I responded but I tried not to make too many inquires or leave open ended comments. He kept talking. He was playing the dreaded game as well according to someone in our large skype call. If they hadn't of said it, I wouldn't have known. See? This is what I like. Not the lack of responses for hours on end, or the no response at all. When he went to eat he told me he was going to sit down to eat, but, he assured me, he'd have his phone. Which he messaged me from as soon as he walked away. Like old times. Its easy to see why I got addicted to him.
Later he went out with his dad, and told me he was going then too. Told me when he got back etc. By this time I've finished my homework with help from Torrent. Its pretty late and my migraine from that article was getting to me, so I laid down with my phone in hand to text and relax. Apparently I fell asleep. Then *skype ring* A call. Now. I'm pretty attuned to these calls. Back before we started adjusting our sleep together I'd go to bed before the Other Half and he would call when he came to bed. Then we stopped doing that and started going to bed together. But still. That sound. I got up and answered it. "I'm just getting ready to grab another bite to eat, then I'll be going to bed after. Just wanted to let you know." Consideration. Attention. That's what I want from him. That's what I'm used to after the nearly 2 years we have been so very close. He came back and was eating for a sec before he said "okay going up to bed. I'll call you when I get up there. Clicky." Yes. Clicky. I don't remember when it started but as long as one of us is home or awake that is how he ends the call.
He did call when he came to bed. He always does (with the exception of vacations and the two weeks we were both heartbroken pretty much). I slept amazingly. His alarm clock woke me up this am. Between the sleep and him actually making an effort (and a good one) today was a good day. God, lets hope he keeps it up and its not more yo-yo-ing. Im not supposed to love him anymore. I'm supposed to be getting over him, but god. This boy. He sure doesn't make it easy. He's not perfect, but he's perfect for me and I'll never have him.
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