Sometimes, I don't really know how I get to upset at him... but I know it’s because he means a lot to me. I wish we could better understand one another, but that may never occur, as with most human beings interacting with one of the opposite sex. There just seems to be the same road being taken with our experiences – I remember that tree. I keep hitting the same tree. Anyhow, we had a fine time yesterday evening. I sat in the room while he folded and sorted out his clothes. It was pleasant. We got a bit of talking in… just lovely. I don’t know… it was nice to just hang out… because I’m taking increased notice of how much I like being around him. How much I cannot stand walking away frustrated – how I always come back. I really do always return to him. We are dating. Still. We were looking at pictures and I was kind of on my knees, but seated so my knees were the foremost part… and he scooted up really close behind me so I was situating between his – then he rested his chin on my shoulder… and that had to be one of my favorite times. Just because how he executed it; scooting so conspicuously and slowly. We weren’t even touching very much, but I knew he was there. I think God kind of does the same thing. Gets as close to you as He can… because He loves you. And just wants to be there. I don’t know about the love thing for Jake. But I liked him being there. It’s physical… I know, but it’s innocent to me. I just like him to be in the same place. I heard his heart beat again. I missed it. He said, “Too much.” But I was saying, “Just a bit more.” Is it bad? I’ll ask God about it. I hug people for much longer. It’s physical comforting. I liked it. I like when he comes up behind me and gives me a hug. I like how he talks to me. How he looks at me. I just think a lot of him.