Sing loud for the sunshine, pray hard for the rain.

But anyway, we ended up hanging out Friday night, and as is usually the case when we’re together, the love and affection we feel for each other made it impossible to focus on anything else. Before I knew it we were chatting away, kissing over the table, making out on the street, and rushing back to my place for some frenzied...well, you get the idea.

Fell asleep without even realizing it, and woke up Saturday morning for the race, which he accompanied me to. In fact, we spent every second of the weekend together, which we tend not to do unless we’re traveling. It was nice. When talking about potential Saturday plans, he actually said something like, “I just want to be wherever you are.”

And I went from the immediately warm and fuzzy feeling of, “Aw, that’s sweet,” to the mildly annoyed and somewhat hurt, “Huh. Must be nice to feel so totally welcome and comfortable in every aspect of my life. Must be nice to be so confident you're always welcome at my place. To be so confident you're always welcome with my friends. I wonder how that must feel.”

Because in all honesty, I’ve never felt those things in return. And if I’m being really honest, I’d say that on occasion I’ve felt him actually go out of his way to prove the opposite.

These things I perceive as double-standards are starting to get to me.

But anyway.