More ecstacy (the good kind, not the drugs)

Well, I'm home, and I'm loving being home.

I've had some great conversations with Evan in the last couple of days. Including some that have hinted that he's looking at the long run. If a hint is a couple of blatant sentences.

That being said, I'm trying to conivince myself to back the heck off. Okay, convince is a bad word choice. Sticking to the decision is the hard part. But I've been good the last two days: I waited for him to call me. And I told him tonight (cause I can't keep anything to myself, apparantly) that he's going to have to be the one to call me, because I refuse. I'm passing the ball to him; it's got to be in his court sometime. Of course, then he said, "I kicked it to you so that I didn't even catch it." "Tough. I'm not holding onto the ball anymore. I'm tired of it. It's all yours."

I'm still really, really stinking happy about this.