A blog about heartbreak.

Since talking last week, things with Em. have been the best yet. We have hung out every other night for the last week (whereas we typically only see each other once or twice a week) and he’s been even more affectionate, verbally and otherwise. He off-handedly referred to my apartment as his “favorite place in the world” the other day and the sentiment made me smile real hard. We spent all day yesterday in bed, watching Southpark, reading random Wikipedia articles to each other on our iPads, and catnapping. We’ve decided all Sundays will henceforth be similarly Lazy Sundays. 

Of course, I am consciously trying not to get ahead of myself. While it was determined in our conversation last week that we both care for each other and we are exclusive, Em. still doesn’t want to be in a “full-on” relationship. And for my part, I kind of feel like as long as things stay as good as they have been for the last week, I could be really okay with this, at least for now. Maybe it can be this easy, indefinitely.

(You’re judging my naivete, aren’t you?)