I pluck up courage and send Oliver a message. I don't want to be a pest but it is nearly a week since he had said he would be home from his holiday and I know from his Facebook that he is in the city):
'Hello, patience never was a virtue of mine but it has been almost two weeks... so how about that drink? x"I purposefully don't contact Virgil until I have something jolly to show him. I swallow my anxiety that Jill doesn't want to live with me. Not that I've decided for sure but I think I would be up for it.
The worst place one can be when feeling this full of need is at home in front of a laptop. I go to work instead and pretend to concentrate.
An hour later Oliver messages me to suggest a meeting this weekend. Jill texts that she has been really busy but shall we meet tomorrow afternoon. I see something funny and send a picture of it to Virgil and we text each other intermittently through the day. Eventually I email him to schedule in some time together at the weekend. 'There is something to be said for pining,' I say, 'but I don't want this to turn in to some kind of endurance test.' Also, I need to confirm my date with Oliver.
Yesterday Virgil told me that when he first saw the romantic graffiti outside the flat he hoped I had written it for him. Someone has scrubbed it off now which is a shame. Although it was only words and not pictures it was a beautiful, romantic sentiment. Words can be art. We need more of this in the city.