After a week, I've run out of excuses. He should have talked to by now. Even if it was just to say, "I'm still in love with my dead wife." I decide to send the following e-mail to Pastor:
I'm not sure where things stand between us right now, so I thought I would check in.
I don't know what you're feeling about everything, but I'm assuming that since you haven't reached out, you're feeling conflicted, at best. And for the record I’m hurt and confused.
It never occurred to me that you would bring me home and then not talk to me for a week. I know you were drinking, but you seemed aware of what you were doing. And I thought we were good on Saturday morning. I really thought that things were going to be different and that we were finally going to get a chance to see if this whole you and me thing would work. Because it really seems like it could be great. And I'm crazy for saying this, but I still think there's potential. I don’t understand how we got here.
But here we are. So whenever you decide what you want, I'm going to be here to listen, whether you tell me you're not ready for a relationship, or you don't want a relationship with me, or you don't want to be friends, or whatever awful thing it is that you can't seem to tell me right now. I know that you freaked out the last time we did this, but at least that time you told me what was going on. I thought I handled that situation well enough that you could trust me with whatever is going on now.
I really care about you. But things can’t continue on like this.
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