He called at 6:30 am the other day to tell me he loved me.
I had sent him a funny "thinking of you" letter to say thanks for the great trip...and also to let him know that I really care about him. I do. He's a really good guy and a great friend. He's a really good communicator (I'm horrible) and he's not afraid to share his feelings. He's sensitive but not in an overly annoying way. He can be feisty too. And he always made an effort to do things I liked even if it wasn't in his nature to do so.
I love him. I do. And it felt so good to hear him say it.
Last night we talked for a while about our break-up. He reminded me that he was very willing to make the move to the Bay when I'm ready to leave Sacramento. And it made me feel like not giving up on us.
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