He’s available, that in and of itself is kind of a feat.
But we’re on the opposite side of the planet. He’ll be here soon-ish. We have plans in late August. He mentioned wanting to transfer here, and that was something he wanted before we knew each other. This is scary. I don’t know if I can even take this seriously. I mean… nothing can even be discussed or humored until we see how we do in person… I’ve officially ran without any kind of romantic dynamic for a long long time, and the last time I tried to pour myself into something it almost killed me. I came out alive, I came out different, but I don’t know if that means I made it out better. I don’t know if there is enough optimism and hope left to sustain me… again. This one actually seems feasible in the long run. This is scary.