"I think it’s best if we don’t see each other 24/7,” he said on one of our dates.
So when he left after only an hour of being together, I didn’t question him. When he said he wanted to spend his weekend with his friends because that was his “routine”, I didn’t second-guess his affection for me.
Flashback to the present: “I’m staying over her house.”
I stand beside him dumbstruck. They’ve only been together a couple weeks, and not even officially.
“I’ve grown to really like being around her a lot.”
Translation: he wants to spend every waking (and sleeping) moment with her. But by comparison, when he was with me, he didn’t like being around me all that much, huh?
“How come you take so long to answer me?” I ask.
“I’m busy. I have a lot of work to do, you know,” he says on his way to visit her at her desk. Mind you, he never visited me at mine.
He was busy alright. Too busy for me.