apparently a tall cute boy who looked like nate stopped by my parents house when they weren’t home over the weekend. as reported by neighbor joanne. my mom thinks nate is home for the holidays and that i should call his parents house and find out. my response was 1. why come home from africa for the holidays right before coming home for good in approx 3 months (unless he is home for good now, 7 days before his 2 year anniversary)? 2. why would nate go to my parents house to see me when he couldn’t be bothered to take 5 minutes to write to me once in a while. 3. do i even WANT to see him again? a question i still haven’t answered really.

my mom thinks it would be really nice for us to see eachother again. i told her not to hold her breath.

i’m not sure what i would have done if i had been at home and opened the door to see him standing there.

it would be really easy for him to track me down, if he was interested in seeing me enough to go to my parents house, he could just as easily call them and find out where i live now.

and i’m shaking and on the verge of tears and i won’t be able to think of anything else now for the rest of the day.

it wasn’t nate. it was paul – darleen’s son.