We need to talk :/
I walk down the hall and find out what's up; James can't hack the financial struggle of living here, so he's moving.
Next week.
He put the word in my ear that Rickey would be following suit quickly.
I smiled; not even a week ago I asked James, with Rickey's recent sustained absence, I wonder when he was going to come home and say "Hey guys, I'm about to move."
I have an answer now: three months depending.
We talked through it all then laughed like communication hadn't been broken. I noted to the guy that we'd not spoken like this in a month.
James went to bed and Rickey and I talked about life for three hours. Not even a few hours before, he'd had a visitor over (Quan) and had been home for hours without a word and we have been doing for days and now he tells me about his life in general and that he thinks I'm a good friend and he wonders what more I want to do with my life.
I said, "good night" at 3:30am. I could have ended it sooner and been abrupt and acted out of hurt, but I acted out of what I wanted instead and I think we're closer to being okay now.
In spite of however I've felt recently -- and that's a lot of feeling -- moments like this are still inexplicably valuable to me. Inexplicably because I shouldn't even care, but I do.
This new change should be interesting.
Off to take the boss man to the airport now. He so did this guy thing. Guys have this way of talking without talking. It's a touch or a look or a nod and it says volumes; "see you tomorrow" carries more emotion than most women can fathom.
It was the way he touched my leg and almost started to say something in Italian about his iPod; it's hard to explain because it is something you understand emotionally...
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