Welcome to that crazy roller-coaster called love. Rasheed and I are now back together.
This morning, he looked really, piteously tired, so I asked him if he wanted some coffee (or "coffee drink" in his case - he's not ready for the real thing yet, but we're working on it). And he asked me: "Why are you still so good to me?" And then sort of realized that he has been distanced lately, and that he should take better care of me, and wants to try.
I am moving to Brighton on my own, though, while he moves back to the States to live with his brother in St. Louis. I'll be back for a couple of weeks around Christmas/New Year's time, and he'll come visit me, as well. I think this will be good, or, in the words of his cousin's husband: "Studio apartments are relationship suicide." That, and apparently masters theses and seizures.
So here we go!