the amount of time between saying hello to him on friday night and us being upstairs locking the door to his bedroom. A MINUTE AND A HALF.  As he leaned in all I said was “oh god, not this again” and the rest is history. He spent the night over here that night. I spent last night over there. Yesterday we made breakfast, laid in the sun, showered and napped together before he finally went home. I sleep so soundly next to him. I can’t let this become what it was before. I just can’t.