It’s a Wednesday, just after you fly to where you are going. You say yes, I want to see you, too. You think it’ll be calming to sit on the beach and see him again.
It’s a Thursday, just after he wakes you up. You can’t help but to be passive-aggressive. You spent the last eight months loathing that you can’t have him, and you had him for a minute and he’s quickly slipping through your fingers.
It’s a Friday, just after you see your new home. You think he might like it, too. But then your boyfriend texts you.
It’s a Saturday, and he apologizes for missing your presentation. You say you knew he wouldn’t go anyway.
It’s a Sunday, just before you fly to where you came from. You say yes, you can stop by brunch. But you didn’t expect to hear that he wanted to try to be with you. You just ask if he’s sure, and he just repeats that he is. How do you know what to say?