Apologies

Over the weekend, I figured I owed Lauren an apology, so I called her back.  "You know, I'm losing sleep over you," she said, answering the phone.

"I know.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have been sneaking around like that.  After all the help you've been, you didn't deserve that.  Can you forgive me?"

She let out a long, tired sigh.  "Lee, I was really worried.  I'd have been happier if you'd have just told me up front.  Don't do that to me again, OK?"

"Alright, I promise.  I'm really sorry."

"Well, I know that it maybe wasn't entirely your fault. I probably came on a little strong with the whole 'Be careful' talk and you might have been worried about telling me.  So if I strong-armed you, I'm sorry too.  I don't want you to feel that you can't tell me stuff. And if you have these feelings and have to act on them, I'd rather you tell me, so that you have someone to confide in, even if I'm still not sure that it's the right thing for you, OK?" she said.  "So what is it with this Evan guy anyway?"

"I don't know what it is.  I've never felt like this before so it's hard to put in words.  It probably sounds girly -- which is appropriate, I guess -- but he makes me laugh.  I feel good when I'm with him, which is something I really need now.  I can't explain it, but there's just an attraction there.  I think about him all the time."

"Alright, so we'll work through this.  We'll talk and I'll try to help you out.  To be honest, I still don't know if I'm comfortable with this.  It seems not right. Maybe it's just because I don't know what 'IT' is, but we'll figure it out.  So please, just talk to me."

And we did talk, well into the night.  By the end of it, both Lauren and I were feeling more at ease with the "Evan situation", even if we didn't fully comprehend it.