It’s been two weeks since last I saw Curfew Boy; or is it three now? I suppose it’s three, since the weekend has officially begun, and therefore I saw him two weekends ago….or whatever it is, it’s almost two in the morning and I can’t do the math.

But I’ve been insanely busy at work all week, preparing for my trip to Europe next Tuesday, and so I haven’t had the chance to call him. After spending over six hours each day on teleconferences, the very thought of calling someone is repellent, and so I’ve been coming home late and just going to bed, intending to call or text but never getting around to it. So in a way, I’ve not taken advantage of my own agency to call him, and I get that I could have picked up the phone at any point to speak to him.

But why does my heart sink so heavily at the realisation that he hasn’t once called or texted me either?

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