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It's getting better now. I was afraid to go over there at first, but the mood of things hasn't changed for the worse, except for a couple somewhat bitterly teashing remarks at the beginning of last night. Things seem more tender, like he's more willing to let himself be that way now he's sure I'm in for the long haul. For instance, last night he gave me an eggroll while we were watching Ocean's 12. He told Tom the other day I'm one of the only people he can stand to hear chewing. Apparently, according to both Tom and Rick, it's a well-known fact Rick can't stand watching or hearing people chew. Last night, however, I felt his eyes on me, and gave him a questioning look. "I like watching you chew," he said, and when I swallowed he kissed me. Now that's sappy. This morning I wouldn't hwake up, and he kept adjusting me--as my muscles were relaxed I kept flopping all over the place. At one point I think I said "what are you doing to me? Don't you like me?" and he said "I love you." I sighed, cuddled up, and fell back asleep. That's weird. No one says that to me but my mom (my dad loves me but he's not demonstrative in that way, like I'm not). It's odd. I can almost feel the warm sticky sappiness of this oozing in me, but it's not giving me the creepy-crawlies.
I might soon be a goner.
I might soon be a goner.