Just When I Despair... in Him

…and I’m suppose to despair.
I’m not supposed to feel at ease when Him calls. I’m not supposed to melt with joy when we text or talk and make jokes. I’m suppose to despair.

…but I don’t. Shortly after I the last entry, he called me. We had a brief convesation about the texts. He said he meant the way we go at each other the way Archer & Lana did, but now that I had mentioned that day, he can see that too. We talked about nothing. I told him how I’d been sick and sweating. He talked about work and stuff. He plans to see me at some point.

Then I had to work. He had to work. And I am back to reality. I only have a few more months to go with him and I may not even see him before then.

::sigh::
:-(