I’m not dating him, but I’m pretending as if I am.

I made-out with a wonderful man that likes me too. We would start going on dates if we weren’t going to be apart for the next eight months.

Impeccable timing.

He wished we’d fallen together sooner. He liked me since October when we met, however it wasn’t till December that we first kissed and the ball started rolling.

Too bad I’m leaving for LA and won’t see him till next September.

Here’s two scenarios I’ve imagined. Reality may be a combination of what I’ve written.