I finally asked him if he was bored.
He wasn’t. He said that if anyone should be bored, it was me.
I asked what had happened before when he had gone radio silent. He couldn’t give me an answer.
Too bad, too. Because now, a month later, I’m having deja vu.
Saturday night: Honey, I am not going to make it tonight.
A few hours later: Hey hun, I feel like hell and have an early day tomorrow so you should probably just go home after the thing.
That was a week ago.
I’ve grown bored wondering the why behind it. So, I’m going to a concert tonight and I’m officially available again, though I have no intention of advertising that. I’m going to dance.
(And I’m going to miss him.)