Not to worry

I met him again. In private. Yes, I just asked. It was different than the first time and I was afraid that he was a bit bored. But then, my expectations were high this time around. We did talk for two hours. There were so many things I didn’t ask. I should really be grateful instead of fretting. There was a long hug after that. I came over again a few weeks later and asked him out to lunch with only a few hours’ notice, and of course he couldn’t make it. He wrote me a short e-mail a day later and yet another one two days after that. I was just so glad about that. I really want to think of him as my friend. I told him that I worried about him; however, he told me not to. What I meant to say was that I cared about him and I do. Deeply. I really want him to be well. I know he is struggling. I wish I could help. In a way I can, but I’m also afraid of doing it wrong. Just not doing anything at all isn’t the way to go, either. I love him so, but I want him to still think of me as a friend, too.