forty eight hours

it's been over 48 hours since Ro left my apartment.

no goodnight phone calls, or goodmorning texts.

and maybe i'm a horrible person for saying this but,

it's almost kind of nice, in a calm, quiet kind of way.

of course i'm nervous/worried about what kinds of crazy

thinking is going on in his head and i miss him a bit,

but maybe it's a "need to find balance" moment for me.



among our conversations on monday, i apologized

for snapping and saying "urusai yo!" to him,

acknowledging that i shouldn't have, but otherwise,

there have been no apologies made (ahem, received...)

and it will be interesting to see how long it takes

for him to come around, since you better believe

i'm not going to be calling or texting him first.