We talked last night. He called me twice and I missed the calls. I called back to make sure everything was alright. It was a very brief conversation, and since I’ve been missing him terribly it sparked a crying jag. I called my room mate and she helped.

He texted me later on and apologized for being so non-communicative. I understand why he didn’t have much to say and I made it clear that I understood and it was okay. He replied and told me he doesn’t hate me, and wished me a happy holiday. 

So I’m torn between incredible relief and sadness. I miss him.