tristane

Bjrn came home drunk last night, and therefore naturally apologized for the intermezzo last week. Well, as good as it gets anyway.
"I sort of kind of sort of like apologize for... well, it may not be a good apology, but... Because, you see, it sort of kind of takes me a while to... see, you know, how it would impact... things. Like, he had sort of asked me like ninety times, and I figured he had already guessed like ninety-nine percent of it.. But I realize that... confirming it was sort of stepping out of my boundaries..."

That's how it is. That's how he is. I have realized now that there is little to do about it. He is a sweet guy, that's what really trips you. When it comes down to it he is a sweetheart, he just doesn't know it. It breaks your heart, but you have to keep up hope in thinking that he will, some day, realize it too.

So now we're friends again. Sort of. At least we're back to where we started. I say hi when I get home, he speaks to me when he's drunk. Otherwise we live our ordinary separate lives. It suits me well. All I am doing is waiting for the results from the Ministry of Defence, so that I can get on with my life and get the ball rolling for my new life next year.

For the moment, however, things are back to normal.