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Briefly

Things are a little better. I still have not heard back from the housing authorities. Whatever. My key still works in the lock and there has been no one to escort me out, so I guess we're still good.

I've gotten a chance to talk with my boyfriend, and things are a little better there. Like Cliff said, guys are dumb. :) He didn't know how much it was bothering me...mostly because he was so pissed at me that he never read the note that I gave him. Grrrr.... I've had to write him a second one telling him how much I've been missing him and how much I adore him. I even drew hearts on it. Sap aren't I?

He's been working two jobs, trying to catch up on his truck payment, so I don't get to see a whole lot of him. Without his dumptruck, he doesn't have an excavating company. Without that company, he's never going to feel secure enough to have a 'serious' relationship.

And everytime I pray about it, God replies with "All in good time".

Very frustrating.

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Jean-Luc Picard said…
Good to hear you're still in residence.

Not read your note? Don't chase after him; let him chase you.
Ciera said…
Well --- I can forgive him for not reading the note right away because he's not a good reader and it was written in cursive so he would have had to have his mom read it to him, or me. Bit of a communications barrier, since I'm a writer, but we're working around that.
Cliff said…
Jean-Luc has a good point. He should be chasing you. However, that doesn't mean that you should never chase him. Guys do need to be chased a little bit. Just a little bit, not a lot. Also, God is right too. Good relationships take time. Sometimes I wish Dawn and I had taken more time before making committments.
Ciera said…
I always thought that in a good relationship, the couple tooks turns "chasing" each other. {shrug} Times and seasons and all that.
Jean-Luc Picard said…
You are invited to my 300th post, which will appear from Sunday night British time until Tuesday night. Hope you'll be there!

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