John's Moving Away
I know it's not far. He's just moving to Denver. But it's next week. Really, it's the end of an era. I won't see him much anymore, which is good. He told me about an hour ago that he's moving next week. I'm sad and all choked up at the cafe. I know I can see him on the weekends, if I want to. I can't imagine him coming down here, though, unless he thinks he's at risk of losing me.
We just confirmed that we'll "still be best friends." Well, I asked and he said, "Absolutely." So, I would think that means no more love-relationship stuff. I'm sad and nauseous and sad.
It's better this way. Way better. We need the distance. This will make going to New York easier, anyway. Weird. I think it's always been somewhat of a comfort knowing he's been just around the corner. Now I'll never see him unless it's planned-not that I saw him when it was unplanned anyway. It's better this way. It just is.
Everything's changing so quickly. My head is spinning.
It's better this way. It's just hard.
The weirdest thing is having such complex, sentimental feelings about someone, but realizing they could never share those feelings; it makes you feel so unbelievably alone. I feel like the world is a cold, sad place. I'm sad.
This means that we're finally going to shut our joint account; it means I have to take all of my stuff back from his apartment in the next week. I feel like I'm never going to see him again, probably because there's a bigger chance that I won't.
We just confirmed that we'll "still be best friends." Well, I asked and he said, "Absolutely." So, I would think that means no more love-relationship stuff. I'm sad and nauseous and sad.
It's better this way. Way better. We need the distance. This will make going to New York easier, anyway. Weird. I think it's always been somewhat of a comfort knowing he's been just around the corner. Now I'll never see him unless it's planned-not that I saw him when it was unplanned anyway. It's better this way. It just is.
Everything's changing so quickly. My head is spinning.
It's better this way. It's just hard.
The weirdest thing is having such complex, sentimental feelings about someone, but realizing they could never share those feelings; it makes you feel so unbelievably alone. I feel like the world is a cold, sad place. I'm sad.
This means that we're finally going to shut our joint account; it means I have to take all of my stuff back from his apartment in the next week. I feel like I'm never going to see him again, probably because there's a bigger chance that I won't.