He seemed.. Happy. In a way. He sounded happy. And he said he was, when I asked him. I sounded happy too. Hearing him speak makes me happy. I like his voice.

I was pretty surprised when he texted me. ‘Hey Stine, can you call me when you have time, I would really like to talk to you.‘ It was nothing serious he wanted to talk about. I knew that all along. He just wanted to talk. Like friend’s does. I was surprised, positively. I’ve missed talking to him.

We talked for a while. About everything and nothing, really. He asked if I wanted to see him sometime, he’d like to hang out, cause he misses me he said. ‘Do you wanna play’ he asked, instead of asking if I wanted to hang. I laughed when he said that it could be misunderstood. I said that I wouldn’t like to play like that, cause of the reference to intercourse, but I would very much like to see him again. ‘Hmm..’ he mumbled. I could hear that he wasn’t expecting me to turn him down like that. Even though it wasn’t an invitation to have sex, just a joke, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He thought I would never do that. And I wouldn’t. I won’t.

We were talking about me going to Aarhus for a demonstration against Nazism, in a couple of weeks. We’re both going. I told him I am going to sleep at a friend’s house. He asked if he could join us, since he also know the guy. He sounded a little nervous when he asked. He’d really like to see me he pointed out, again. He did that about three times. ‘I’ve really missed you actually.’

He sounded like he really wants to be friends. And sometimes he sounded like he wanted more than just that. I don’t know. But I’m flattered he misses me and wants to see me again. I didn’t think he felt that way. ‘Only I do that’ I told myself. But I’ve got to learn, not to get my hopes up too high.