On Saturday I did something that didn’t go well. Let’s not go into detail. But I failed Boo, and I was very sorry about that. I said I was sorry, and I brought him a gift, and apologised. He said he was disappointed and angry once, twice, three times. After the fourth time I lost my patience a bit and jokingly threatened that if he doesn’t stop, I’ll shave my hair off (he likes me with hair) and he quietened.

We spent a lovely weekend. Went to a great party on Saturday evening. Had a quiet, lovely Sunday filled with cuddling and hugging and telling each other how much in love we are, etc. I felt happy, relaxed and really really loved. Until Monday morning.

On Monday Boo got out of bed without a word and went to the kitchen. A bit puzzled, I followed him. He was avoiding my looks, and when he crossed his arms on his chest I could not only tell he was angry with me, but I also knew what it was — it was the Saturday thing, which typically for him he thought a bit more about and decided it was a major deal after all. So I conversationally started — “it’s very fascinating to watch your body language” — and half an hour later he left the apartment slamming the door, after declaring that if he had a problem with me he was merely declaring disappointment, but if I had a problem with him I was making him feel guilty and it wasn’t fair.

I left 10 minutes later. I took a quick shower, got dressed, packed my things and left a short note: “I’ve had a great weekend. Serious. Thank you.” Once I was on my way my phone rang. It was Boo, asking me to come back and talk — he was coming back home when he saw me depart, then he found my note and called me.

We were back to being in love less than an hour later, which is a major progress from breaking up and not talking to each other for a day, or even from talking about it all night and finally making up in the dawn. And I thought, this is impressive. We are obviously learning how to deal with each other; learning to let go, learning to not guard our pride with all weaponry we possess. I said again that I was sorry about disappointing him. He said it was okay. We said we loved each other. And then we had lovely make-up sex.