He continues to confound me.
I had thought he would insist I move in with him. Not to warm his bed--he would not ask that so soon. He would insist on sleeping in separate rooms. I had prepared all arguments against such an offer, up to the final, "No, I do not wish to do that." And he has not asked.
I had thought he would want me to talk with him about everything, and I was prepared to offer him only silence in return. Instead he meets me once a day for t'ai chi and speaks of inconsequential things, when he speaks at all. He is careful to let me know when we will meet.
I know what he is doing. He is creating a void that he hopes I will fill. With words. With gestures. With tears.
I am used to the void.