I heard from Pat tonight. Well sorta. I got home from seeing Batman Begins with my sisters (freaking awesome movie) after having dinner at IHOP with the "family". No we didn't go to the one I work at (thank God). Anyway, I was going to check my mail and thought I'd be hopeful and look at the caller ID. Pat called around 8 so I called him back. He was just returning a call I'd made last night or so questioning something about my paycheck. It was no biggie that I didn't end up asking him but I'd left a message just so he'd know that was the reason I was calling ya know? He's tired and been busy...he had a five hour heart to heart with Catherine last night (his ex girlfriend) and my heart sank when he told me...I miss him. Alot. I actually said "can I be honest?" "Yea" "I really miss talking to you." "That's sweet." So I said call me whenever...I'm trying so hard to be brave and not call and beg. It just drives me crazy that he likes me so much and won't let himself enjoy our time together. I suppose a big part of it is because I've had so many regrets in not telling people how I feel or not enjoying the time that I have with someone. In an instant that time is gone. If you care about someone and you click and like hanging out, he'd said he liked just lying on the couch watching tv and I loved that, what's the harm in enjoying what you have?