It had been much easier for me to leave than it had been for Mark. And that made me wonder again if I really liked him. But I was off to California with two months to sort out my thoughts.
It was surprisingly wonderful to be home. I really enjoyed spending time with my family and I told my parents that I was sort of interested in Mark. They, of course, pummeled me with questions, but those eventually let up.
I was texting Mark one day and I suggested he give me a call that night. He sounded thrilled with the idea, and he followed through. We talked for a while, and it was actually really nice. No awkwardness or anything. So he called again the next night and we talked even longer. The next night I talked to Charlie for a long time, and he was happy for me that things with Mark were going well.
Mark and I continued talking each night, and the more I talked to him, the more I missed him. He was so much fun to talk to, and I remembered how much fun I had had being around him. He was very honest with me, and very open. I tried to be open with him too, and I found myself really looking forward to talking to him each night. Conversely, I talked to Peter every now and then online and found his conversation to be quite boring.
Somehow Mark had seduced me. I was suddenly quite smitten with him. I wondered why this hadn't happened earlier, when I had wanted it to. Maybe me going home was exactly what we needed to get to know each other.
And so, we were practically dating. We decided not to make it official until I was back in Provo, but for all intents and purposes, he was mine.
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