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Caleb:We talked about this though. We said we’d discuss my home life when we gotback.

Me:We did, but that does not mean you can LEAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and then NOT TALK TOME.

Caleb:I shouldn’t have done that. I’msorry.

Me:Apology accepted, but it doesn’t change how pissed Iam.

Me:Being left stings. Being left NAKED in bed stings evenmore.

Me:Not to mention you left me there to explain to my parents, who were very much looking forward to meeting you, where the hell youwere.

Me:And your cat. Can’t forget you just left him theretoo.

Caleb:It really wasn’t you. Ipromise.

Caleb:And I’ll be sure to apologize to your parents. That was a dickmove.

Me:Yeah, you keep saying that, but it’s not what it feltlike.

Caleb:I’m sorry I did that to you. It wasn’tfair.

Me:Again, I accept your apology, but I’m stillangry.

Me:I think I still need some time to cool off. I have a project due next week and I need to focus on that. I think you need to take some time to decide how you’re going to continue to juggle your life here and your life there, because these lines keep blurring and it’s starting tosuck.

Caleb:What does that mean forus?

Me:I’m not sure,Caleb.

Caleb:Are…are we breakingup?

Me:No, I don’t think we are. I think we’re just sort of…figuring thingsout.

Caleb:That scaresme.

Me:I know. Metoo.

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Caleb:I’m sorry I left you. Sorry you had to deal with your parents alone. Sorry I missed out on the rest of ourvacation.

Caleb:I feel like I’m stuck between two worlds with obligations I can’t seem to walk away from inboth.

Caleb:I am just so damnsorry.

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It’s nearlymidnight when I hear the keys in the frontdoor.

I’ve been lying in bed for nearly an hour now trying to sleep, a new issue for me with Caleb being gone. I’ve grown so used to having him here that I can’t seem to get comfortable without him. I can feel every lump, every dip, every cold inch of thebed.

It upsets me too much tosleep.

I can hear him rustling around the apartment, hear his quiet murmurs directed to Mittens. I listen as he locks himself in the bathroom, the squeak of the shower knob turning resonating off thewalls.

Half of me is itching to open the door and climb into the shower with him. The other half wants to stay righthere.

That partwins.

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