and so it's dinner alone again tonight.  i don't have any qualms with eating by myself; in fact, it's a rather nice thing to do when you live with someone who has starkly different tastes than you do and therefore you don't get to eat many of the things you like all that often.  i just hate the last minute surprise (see my INFJ description below ( Read more... )

 marc's been gone this week. every time he goes away i think i know what to expect, but i'm always wrong.

i've said goodbye and a subsequent hello, a few days or months later, to him so many times it makes my head spin to even think about it.  the goodbyes were almost always heartbreaking, either because of too much or too little love on one or ( Read more... )