October 8, 2011
I am officially sick. I haven't done anything all weekend. I've just stayed on the couch. I took a sick day and watched TV for hours. Pastor texted me to come over and watch the game Wednesday night, but my train didn't get in until the game ended. But we texted during the game. And last night he offered to bring me soup. And I totally would have said yes, except for the fact that I had soup. And I looked awful. Now that I've admitted I like him (if only to myself). I don't want him to see me unshowered, with glasses and messy hair.
The fated anniversary is coming up. I Googled it just to be aware. I think he's in Bermuda this weekend. So I'm staying away. I figure he doesn't need me around. But as soon as I'm feeling better and he's feeling better, we're going to have the conversation. I'm prepared to say, "Listen Pastor, I believe my life is better with you in it. I've worked to find a place for you in it. But I want to say that I want to be more than a friend to you. And I'm prepared to be a good friend to for as long as you need a friend. But the minute you decide you want more, you should let me know."
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