Tonight there is a lunar eclipse, which may help to explain my latest lunacy.
He who left me and I have been texting again since Tuesday.
Not at the moment; not over the weekend -- I don't want the kids to know -- I can't bear the thought of number one daughter telling me she told me so when it all goes pear-shaped, again.
But I can't stop it either.
I don't want to stop it.
Hearing from him again is so good.
He still makes my heart beat faster.
I still love him to bits.
I'm telling myself that this time is different -- this time I will have lower expectations, and keep my eyes wide open, feet on the ground.
That's what I intend to do, anyway.
But even though it's a full moon, I'm trying to be realistic.
So I shall just enjoy it for as long as I can.
For as long as we can. He said he's missed me too.
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Some days I feel like Betty Blue. Other days it's more like Betty Boop.
