Was going to change my thread but thought actually I'd stick with it to remind me of the perils of moving way too fast.
H just came round to bring some stuff I'd forgotten in my haste yesterday. I'd finally cleared my bedroom out and got it looking good, he gave me a hand to move my bed. He then stood for a while stroking my hair before giving me a massive hug and not letting go. What have I learnt? NOT TO READ INTO ANYTHING. Was quite nice though.
He's still going on the holiday in June with his parents, kind of hurt but I don't know why I thought he wouldn't. I just said I knew they'd have a lovely time. Will have to try and plan my own holiday!
