I never stopped to think about whether or not I did. I was talking about this same thing with a friend the other day; I think for me, never actually choosing ended up being it’s own choice. But I don’t dislike this now. I don’t dislike getting to see you every morning, and work in the library, and plan a birthday for you, and read a lot. I don’t feel like I’m changing up against anything. I keep expecting to, but it hasn’t come.
And yes. You’re a very good boyfriend, I feel zero percent neglected. There’s no hanging.