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Well I'm going to be the only voice in this thread to disagree it seems.
The one time that happened to me, I was out with my ex and he said he was going to stay out a while longer. So I went home and he said he'd join me in an hour or so. I go home to bed. Wake up at 5 am and he's not there. Call his phone, it's dead. Start to worry. It's 7 am, he's not home. Decide to call a mutual girl friend who was out also. She says she put him in a cab home at 2am. She doesn't know where he is. Fast forward to 8 am. So worried I get in my car and decide to drive to where we had been. Find him half way home, he had decided to walk 50 km home along the cliffside, is pretty drunk and has bruises where he almost fell off the cliff. Then when I nag him because he did this to me and I was so worried, he throws in my face he didn't want to come home and went to a bar where he picked up two brazilian girls whose phones he had got (he showed them to me) and said he had almost made out with them. Almost. How's that for nightmare?
But yeah, we were having problems then. Also we were living together and I think there has to be a little more respect than this. So it could be nothing...or it could be something. I don't think you're paranoid, but I think it won't do you any good to worry about it, and it'll only annoy him. So let it go but keep your eyes open. Good luck.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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