I think my erstwhile companion may be feeling abandoned. His name is Sleep and I haven’t seen nearly as much of him over the last two nights as I usually do. I have a feeling that I’ve inexorably spoiled him, as he’s usually my escape from pretty much any problem that I’m having.
I hope he doesn’t get upset that I’ve not been spending 10+ hours a night with him. I’ve just had things to do and fantastic distractions from him. I’ve had friends to console, things to do, and… other stuff. Heh.
A delicate balance must be struck. I can’t put into words how good it is to sleep next to someone. The vocabulary doesn’t exist for how grateful I am for being treated so well in the last couple of days… hell, since we started flirting weeks ago. This feeling of thanks, however, must not overwhelm the confidence in myself that is whole and separate. I must be vigilant in my watch against the foul demon of co-dependence.
I must remember to give