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I don't see him all the time. Sometimes it's once a week, occasionally more often, sometimes it's every three weeks. Hmmm, last time I saw him was Christmas Eve I think.

And Christmas Eve was a fluke, a coincidence.

Before that I had seen him several times in a week.

And now it's been ages.

I think I'll see him this week, mid week.

I'm looking forward to it. I hope it happens.

We email regularly.

I email him every day. I have a requirement. He emails back when he feels like it.

We don't text or talk on the phone. It doesn't seem to be something he wants.

I'm pretty sure he wants me, wants what we are doing. But I guess nothing in life is really sure, is it?

I hope he does. I hope I see him this week. I hope.

There's a dance, a balance between pursuing and being pursued. Between being flattered by it and being repelled.

I hope he's flattered.