I saw him at Macca’s last night.
"You can go say hi if you want."
You redeemed yourself from last time.
"I’ll see if he looks this way."
He did, and came over and said hi, and said he’d come down tomorrow to meet my puppy. I hope he does. I’m hesitant to get my hopes up, in case he cancels, but I’ll clean my room just in case.
I don’t know if he’ll bring anyone else with him. I wouldn’t really mind, I’d be happy for the others to meet my puppy too. But I’m honestly kinda hoping he doesn’t. We could go out and get lunch.
I’m getting better. A lot of it has passed. I haven’t spoken to him properly in so long. I was glad to see him last night, and I hope he does come round tomorrow. I won’t let myself get that bad again. It’s not allowed. This has taken long enough and I will not fucking let myself go that far again.
I don’t want to look too forward to it too soon. And “too soon” will be any time up to when he actually arrives at my door. But I still do hope he comes.
We shall see.