Slow Love
I had a good day yesterday. I like helping. I really do. I helped the trainees, I bought them lunch after our bike talk. I do enjoy spending time with them. So much energy, innocence, hope. I helped Alfonso too with the helmets. Let's see how many go with me today. I spoke less with Sergio, gave him space. He is still writing, checking in, saying goodnight. That's a good thing. Consistency. It's important to feel wanted. And he is so good at that. I looked back at our texts, we started with WhatsApp on February 26. That's almost a three weeks now of talking every day. I like him. I also like that he doesn't come on so strong. Mentions friends, heart shaped emojis, but nothing else. We are both protecting ourselves. But, I am realizing that coming on strong isn't a good thing. Sure, it makes me feel good. It makes me feel validated. But, it's not real. It's not love. They don't know me yet. How could they love me? How could they even like me? Sergio i...