Actually, the word I left out was boat, but oh well.

So he came up. By himself. Things went really well. I tried kneeboarding, only because he wanted me too. So a plus for me for taking an interest in something he enjoys! Everything was great until it came time to say goodbye. He gave me this awkward hugs. You know, the kind you give people you barely know where you barely touch them...
So I made him do it again. It was much better and he kissed me on the cheek. He called when he got home and we talked about the day. He said he had a good time and when I asked where our relationship was going, he said he didn't know. Not in a bad way though. He told his mom I seemed more grown up since our break-up. I wasn't nagging him, or starting arguments, things like that. He likes this me, the person I was when we first met. Maybe he feels like he's missed out on things with his friends. Maybe that's why he's pushing me away (combined with the PTSD...his appointment for evaluation is October 12!)

I forgot to mention that this past weekend me and my best friend went into the city to visit Sean's sister. We went to some clubs and some bars and Sean text me the whole night and ended up calling me several times. In one of his texts he said he wished I were there with him. During our last conversation I told him I loved him and I hoped he had fun with his friends. He said ok and I told him in a cheery voice that I'd talk to him later. About 2 minutes later I got a call from him and all he wanted to say was that he loved me too. I was shocked. And excited. But I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be excited because I don't want to set myself up again. Is it ok for me to be like that? I just don't want to get hurt. Everyone tells me that they don't doubt he loves me, but I don't know that for sure and I just don't want to think he does if he doesn't still. I'm just rambling on...long day at work. Maybe things are looking up?