The wanderer returns

Today saw Alex's return home following completion of his work contract. He declared himself dramatically hungover & stinking prior to his airport collection but he didn't seem either when I met him. He genuinely looked & smelt fine considering circumstances.
There seemed much less contempt & visible apathy for me this time & I felt considerably less shit than I did in this same situation in December.
We shared a pleasant, lazy afternoon together & I was glad to see him, hear his voice & listen to his travel tales. The gifts he bought me were gladly received & I enjoyed our chat & laziness.
He was tired & (not in a unhealthy, weirdo way) I watched him sleep.
My declarations of love were given without reciprocation but I realise, despite my hopes, you can't deliver those type of things when the sentiment isn't fully shared.