Although Jon called me when he got back to campus last night, we didn’t talk for long. The emotional day had taken a lot out of me. I had invited him to stay at the loft with me next weekend. He was open to the idea of spending the time with me, but had already made plans with Frederick and two other classmates to go to Philadelphia for an extra-credit project in his Public Works class. He promised me he’d discuss any weekend plans with me first from now on, but also explained that there would be times that he wouldn’t be able to give me all of his time or attention between his work and school commitments. I had told him that I understood, and I made the same promise to him. I could tell that we were both going far out of our way to be accommodating and considerate of one another’s plans and feelings, and I was looking forward to a time that we’d be more comfortable being ourselves again. He didn’t need to protect my feelings, but I knew why he was doing it, because I felt compelled to do the same for him.At three, Jon meets me in the lobby of my building so we can go to my parents’ house before we go out to an early dinner with my entire family.
