'Richard': Number Eleven

Two and a half months. I wish it was more. I wish I didn't keep dreaming about you. I wish...I could stop wishing.

I'm not infatuated with you. Which I've kind of always assumed meant that that meant...I don't even know. But with you? I have no idea what to call the feeling.

I'm comfortable around you, I love hanging out with you, your sense of humor, our conversations, the fact that you're intelligent...

So what does the future hold for us?

At this point, I have no idea. If you were Mormon, it'd be easier to figure out...

If you hated my religion it'd be even simpler.

But you stand in limbo, with the potential to join the church, but potential to not join as well.

Perhaps we'll know by the end of the summer. 

In the meantime...I want to enjoy the moments we have together.