Third

Today I didn't expect to see him. I ended up seeing him. We made (actually decorated since it was premade) a gingerbread house, and had hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles. We also ordered new glasses frames for me. I know it's weird that I asked him to come, but I respect his opinion a lot, and he has good taste. He had dinner here, and we watched television and a movie. It was like old times. We shared a blanket, only this time we were on opposite sides of the couch. I couldn't help but look over and wonder if he missed being close. And just like every night before, I didn't want him to leave. It's hard to say goodbye. I awkwardly half-hug, afraid of giving him the intimate hug I want, knowing that there will be no kiss goodbye. This repeats every time.