I knew he had to go somewhere.
I usually am good at respecting that. So why was I having such trouble with it this time?
I even called him after he left to tell him about it.
"If I were a jerky person, I'd ask you not to go, but to come back here."
I'm not a jerky person. At least, I don't think so. I try very hard not to be.
So why, did I have this push in not just my brain, but my chest as well, to be a "jerky person".
Maybe it's because a thought pushed itself into my brain earlier today, and he (without knowing it) brought it up.
Maybe it's just because I'm selfish and miss him and want him around.
Maybe it's because Heavenly Father planted it there for his or my benefit.
Why did I want to kiss him?
Why did he (sideways) mention kissing me? (Was it me he was talking about?)
Why did it feel intensely right to call him?
Or even to ask him?
Why did it feel a bit better after I talked to him?
Why did he have good advice?
Why do I still feel like something's going to happen?
Will it?
My brain says no. That's silly. Forget it.
My gut whispers yes. Just wait.
I guess I'll wait.
