Oh. Oh, I see.
Well, that will teach me to read LJ a bit closer, won't it? Jesus.
I guess it's not exactly a surprise. And actually it's a wonderful, wonderful thing. Part of me is positively squeaking with joy. It's just not the part that's spent yesterday and today wanting to hide under the bed; that part isn't sure whether to cry or kick itself.
I didn't miss any chances; I didn't have any chances.
He'd be so baffled if he saw this.
Just when you get used to everybody leaving, they start to come back.
And now I will calm down and go back to staring at a blank e-mail trying to work out what on earth I want to say. It should be fun and easy but instead it's strangely harrowing; I'm guessing everything's going to be like that today, though.