Crossing the Line?

So I’m turning into a crazy person.  Or maybe a crazier person than I was before.  I’m trying to wrap my head around… well, yet something else!  I don’t like that I’m going nuts not talking to him, so I’m trying to ascertain why.  Part of it definitely has to do with the fact that I just want to talk to him.  I like hearing his voice and talking to him.  I like hearing about his day – when he wants to share – and like tell him about my day.  And I want to talk to him about how things are going at the hotel after my massive screw-ups.  Especially since he was listening before.  Not being able to talk to him now?  It makes me feel like I was unimportant and what happened to me was unimportant.

On the flip side of the coin, I know he works long hours and studies a lot.  He’s got a lot going on.  I’m not looking for four hour conversations every day.  But is fifteen minutes too much to ask?  Every other day?

On the flip side of the coin, we’re not in a formal relationship.  Do I really have right to demand he call back every call?  Should I really expectt… demand that he return every text and call within a set amount of time?

On the flip side of the coin, isn’t that just common decency?  Someone calls or texts and you text/call them back?  What is the agreed time limit?  I honestly don’t know, but I feel like twenty-four hours is pretty decent and even forty-eight hours is entirely acceptable.  Am I being crazy?

On the flip side of a coin with already too many sides, I also know that he saw his ex-girlfriend last weekend and that last weekend was a bad weekend for him.  I want to know what happened with Ann, and I want to hear about what happened last weekend.  Maybe this is where I start to really run off the rails.  He doesn’t have to tell me anything, especially something personal.  And we’ve never had the relationship where we force things out of each other.  That was me and Manny.  I never wanted that again.  And I’m trying with all my strength not to turn into the crazy girl whose head spins out of control every time her GPS on her boyfriend goes down.

I feel like I’m floating somewhere between having a right to be upset and crossing the line, even if its a line thats in only my head.