Last night was tough. A lot of it was on me, because I made bad choices early which means that I got a lot more emotional than I should be later on. In between conversations with my boy, I got interrupted by my Momma and my sister. Luckily, finally, when I got off the phone with my boy, I decided to call it a night, even though I knew he would call me back.
He did. I was already asleep. I'm glad that we didn't talk again, because I would have picked a mother-of-God fight with him because I was so frustrated with my sister.
Around 1 this afternoon, he called to check on me. I explained why I didn't answer, and he said, "Thank you." I've told you already about a miserable fight we had a few months ago, and how I never want to repeat that mess.
An hour or so ago, he called to check on me again. We had a lovely conversation, and I'm so glad that I decided that not talking last night was a wise decision. Still, it felt like he read my mind. A minute or two before he called, I was thinking of calling him.
It's weird. It's perfect. I, again, cannot wait for my vacation.
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