Where do I begin?
Matt and I aren't fighting.
We aren't mad at each other.
He's not annoyed me.
I haven't annoyed him.

But something is agitating me about "us."
I have no idea what.
He's in Chicago all week for a conference.
He left Friday.
I saw him Friday.
Nothing went wrong during it.
I kissed him goodbye.
He told me I could stay in his apartment whenever my roommate was driving me crazy.
I laughed and said "every night?"
He laughed and said "Sure why not?"
Then he went away.

I talked to him last night.
We had a good conversation.
He gave me a hard time, I gave him one.
After I got off the phone, I couldn't sit in his apartment any more.
I have no idea why.
I just felt like I needed to be independent and away.
This is the worse feeling I've ever had in regards to a significant other.
I'm not mad.
I'm not worried.
I don't think he's cheating on me.
I don't think he wants to break up.
I don't think he's unhappy.

But I have no idea what I am.