H just text'd me and said he was very tired. (We had been unable to sleep last night. Kept hearing rustling and thought it was a mouse - our house is very old. Turned out to be insulation around the window that had kept us up.)
I answered back that I was too, and he said he didn't have lunch. I offered to bring it, but he said he could run out, and thanked me for offering. I said no problem, then he said "thanks for last night." (Meaning ML) YAY!
Why am I excited? Because that means he was sitting at work thinking of me again. Not only was he thinking of me (he was texting me, after all) but he was thinking of our time together in bed. That has to be good, right?
H said to me at one time, back around a few months after the bomb, two reasons that he didn't think he loved me anymore and never would again...
1. He didn't feel jealous when he pictured me with another man. Well, anyone who has read my sitch knows he has shown jealousy many times since, so that was proven wrong.
2. He didn't think about me all day long like he used to. Well, he texts me, emails me and calls me from work. He sends me pictures of things he is doing. If he isn't thinking about me, why all the attention?
So, those were his two strongest arguments against him loving me anymore, and they are bunk. Ha ha ha. I love it.
