It'll be in October again, not my favourite season to see the UK, but it will do.
I mentioned it to Rob, after the fact. I think I was hoping for him to ask me if I'd be coming to see him but he didn't say anything. For some reason I got the impression that he didn't want to see me. With the fact that we often communicate through messages it's hard to gauge enthusiasm or facial expressions when you can't see them.
I don't know if things will work out or not, I only have a couple free days, I don't know whether he will be free those specific dates either. It all needs sorting. It's all very iffy this time round but he did sort of say he would be disappointed if he didn't see me, so that was nice to hear.
It doesn't seem like that long ago that we met up, it was last year, last October... It's weird, this year flew by.
I really do hope we can wing it. I love spending time with him, the talks, the walks, the sex.... Sleeping with him. It's all like cotton candy, sweet and soft and melt in your mouth good, but oh so ethereal, so momentary.