endings and vacations
So, Bill broke up with me a couple of weeks ago. It was a ten month relationship, and definitely the most adult and intimate I've ever had. About a week later I went on a week long vacation to the east coast for my 5year college reunion and a stay with my college roommate and her boyfriend in south Philly. The vacation was awesome - good times connecting with old friends and acquaintances, a great mix of leisure and activity, amazing food and drink, and new sights and sounds. And of course, some decompressing from the relationship.
In a lot of ways, I wish I'd pushed myself to make it work. The final reason for the break up was that classic story - he was more into me than I was into him. But I was really into him. And I still feel physical pain when I think of him. The emotional intimacy was real, and I keep thinking of things I want to tell him about. But my friend is no longer someone I can call whenever I want. I went on Facebook today and there were pictures from a trip he and his dad took to California while I was on my trip. It feels wrong that I didn't know about the trip ahead of time. I miss the guy. I miss our friendship. It felt natural to have him as my boyfriend. Which is probably why it was good to let it end when it did. I really hope there is a chance that we could become friends, though. I've never done that with an ex.
Awesome memories from my trip...
Mum in concert
Bagel with cream cheese and tomato
Wandering the beautiful streets of Rittenhouse philly
Dinner with Marilyn
Subway adventures
Coffee, a zine, and a canadian censorship graphic novel off of South Street
Shopping with my girl
Crepes
Sabrina's
Reading Terminal
Reading in a cool music studio in the burbs
Puppets with Brian
Catching up with Marilyn, Megan, Scott, and Keith
Seeing Sonja in her element at Time
Canoodling with current Theatre Messiahites
Driving the Turnpike in a rental while listening to the Decemberist's "The Hazards of Love"
Remembering a little about how to get around in central PA
Jerrold's pictures and coffee
Philly's winning lots of ballgames (both at Elliott's and at the Sidecar)
Choir memories...
In a lot of ways, I wish I'd pushed myself to make it work. The final reason for the break up was that classic story - he was more into me than I was into him. But I was really into him. And I still feel physical pain when I think of him. The emotional intimacy was real, and I keep thinking of things I want to tell him about. But my friend is no longer someone I can call whenever I want. I went on Facebook today and there were pictures from a trip he and his dad took to California while I was on my trip. It feels wrong that I didn't know about the trip ahead of time. I miss the guy. I miss our friendship. It felt natural to have him as my boyfriend. Which is probably why it was good to let it end when it did. I really hope there is a chance that we could become friends, though. I've never done that with an ex.
Awesome memories from my trip...
Mum in concert
Bagel with cream cheese and tomato
Wandering the beautiful streets of Rittenhouse philly
Dinner with Marilyn
Subway adventures
Coffee, a zine, and a canadian censorship graphic novel off of South Street
Shopping with my girl
Crepes
Sabrina's
Reading Terminal
Reading in a cool music studio in the burbs
Puppets with Brian
Catching up with Marilyn, Megan, Scott, and Keith
Seeing Sonja in her element at Time
Canoodling with current Theatre Messiahites
Driving the Turnpike in a rental while listening to the Decemberist's "The Hazards of Love"
Remembering a little about how to get around in central PA
Jerrold's pictures and coffee
Philly's winning lots of ballgames (both at Elliott's and at the Sidecar)
Choir memories...