Realized I'm not losing Joan. As a friend. As a person. As someone who knows you and loves you.
He realized he has me on his side. Whatever. Whenever. He realizes he loves me, he knows who I am and where I am at.
We had a really close night. Laughing. Gossiping. Lying. Admitting. Catching up with things. Those little things. He knew I'd laugh at his Coke Light in the fridge. 'What the hell???!!!'. I knew he'd laugh at my teenager approach towards N, and how I can't get him out of my mind, nor dare move closer to him.
He was jealous when he realized I'm in love. He wanted to know how long I've been this mad about N. I am no longer jealous of his girlfriend, that is over. But I am a bit sick to know who else he is with... and was jealous when he was admiring for an hour a girl at the disco we were then...
He's proud of me, and is glad to introduce me to his friends I hadn't met yet and we bumped into. I'm so glad I met him. He boasted about the guy who asked after me at a music bar, and said he was drooling like Homer when he sees a doughnut. He counts on me as his girl; I count on him as my guy. Corny. True.
He knew before I told him which advertising spot is my pet hate, I knew before he said which one was his.
Good job we didn't lose this. It is the main part of our relationship. Sex is elsewhere, but intimacy is rare.