Reframing via Tram

Travelling home via tram, wondering again about SMF and how he's doing and how he could possibly be feeling about me. All thoughts had negative overtones.

Then, in a microsecond, as we passed felled trees in the botanical gardens, I reframed my situation: each second that passes without hearing from him is a second of him being readier to love me, fully.

I've got to trust that his absence is time well spent and that I haven't been abandoned. There may be a greater payoff in store.