He says he needs space.
No problem, say I.
I can give you space.
I will refrain from calling.
I won’t email you.
No Whatsapp shall cross my threshold.
I will sit here, quietly.
I will respect your wish for space.
One day, who knows?
Maybe you will need to do the same for me.
I would expect no less.
I gave him all the space he needed.
Nanoseconds after the designated timeframe ended, an email arrived.
Praise for my self-control.
And confessions of his lack thereof.
That while he’d claimed to be in self-imposed retreat,
He couldn’t do it, try as he might.
To quote him word for word:
“I found myself checking email a few times
BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST TOO FUCKING HOT!”
Cue my widest Cheshire Cat grin. 😀