Why?
Why does it always happen that the right time is completely the wrong time?
My lovely friend Francesco (whom I call Frank) is leaving next Saturday to move to Munich.
These past couple of weeks with him have been magical. We finally got over the awkwardness of my ex being one of his friends. We finally fell into each other and realized how awesome it would have been had we met before me and his friend/my ex (without having to say it).
BUT of course this has to happen right before he moves very very far away.
One good thing--it won't be spoiled.
Many "bad" things--he is eleven years older than me (I am finding I get along much better with older men) and therefore understands a lot more of what is important and what is not. He makes me feel completely free in a way that I thought was only achievable by myself or with another woman. There is no judgment or fear, none of that suffocating stuff that monogamy brings up.
Again there is that crappy feeling where I watch him and his life and envy it all. If only I was a few years older and had my life together.
I dream of meeting in Munich. This is the best, most intimate friendship I've had in awhile. Nothing can go wrong except to be apart and have to miss each other.
At least these moments came... I was frightened they would never be realized and a hole would be left in me where I should have... he should have...
My lovely friend Francesco (whom I call Frank) is leaving next Saturday to move to Munich.
These past couple of weeks with him have been magical. We finally got over the awkwardness of my ex being one of his friends. We finally fell into each other and realized how awesome it would have been had we met before me and his friend/my ex (without having to say it).
BUT of course this has to happen right before he moves very very far away.
One good thing--it won't be spoiled.
Many "bad" things--he is eleven years older than me (I am finding I get along much better with older men) and therefore understands a lot more of what is important and what is not. He makes me feel completely free in a way that I thought was only achievable by myself or with another woman. There is no judgment or fear, none of that suffocating stuff that monogamy brings up.
Again there is that crappy feeling where I watch him and his life and envy it all. If only I was a few years older and had my life together.
I dream of meeting in Munich. This is the best, most intimate friendship I've had in awhile. Nothing can go wrong except to be apart and have to miss each other.
At least these moments came... I was frightened they would never be realized and a hole would be left in me where I should have... he should have...