I did not have breakfast. I knew he wouldn’t have any. So I didn’t.
While the day was wonderful (because any day being with him is wonderful) there were a couple of sad events.
He was sad for one.
I have a feeling I know what it was…I don’t want to get too far into it, but I think I know what it was.
All I could do was try my best to be with him and cheer him up. Which worked pretty well. Though I could tell his mind was wandering a LOT. Like, a lot lot.
I know it has nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but psych myself out. The movie was fun, he took me to get ice cream for lunch, vegetarian subs for dinner, and the event we went to later was a blast! So we really did have a great time. But on the way home, the way he talked, he was still a bit out of it. I already know whats up…I know they’re his own demons he has to fight and his own issues, but I can’t help but think that there’s SOMETHING I could do.
I want to fix him. I want to make everything ok. And I can’t. And it’s absolutely terrible.
I know he has to be at work at 8:30 AM, so I leave him with a short peck on the lips. We tend to….do that for a lot longer….and I knew he had to be home and he needs sleep badly at this point. So I did everything within my willpower to be quick so he could leave.
I love him.