Time (The Revelator)

I have been avoiding flat mate, after the one single most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me. I sent him a text saying thanks for the song; it was lovely. Ended with an extravagant three kisses... There was no reply. This was a couple of weeks ago, so maybe he's avoiding me instead, and I have convinced myself of the opposite.

There has also been the matter of me falling off the social radar for a while, due to work rubbish, but still a reassuring text wouldn't go amiss. True, some of the invites I've declined have been offered accompanied with the words Flatmate wants to know if you are coming - It's a bit like 'going out' at school, but with less contact; well, except I slept with him, which wouldn't have happened at school and involved quite a lot of physical contact. Oh yeah, I didn't mention that, did I?

It's all a bit shameful and a while ago now. It was before I finished with the Doctor and involved vast quantities of wine, and bucket loads of regret in the morning.