Sep 18, 2008 21:43
He has fit as a friend to go out and have dinner with. But, he probably wouldn't go dancing with me. Or, play tennis. Or, go for a run. Or, write. Or, read the newspaper with me over a cup of coffee at Beveland Street Coffeehouse. We might travel. And, we will go out. But, it will always be on his terms. Whenever he is ready to see me is when I'll see him. I see it. And, now, I'm really experiencing it. I wouldn't be surprised if in a week, I got too bored. Or, antsy.
Maybe you're in love with the thought of him and not him.
I'm in love with the idea of "him". Not Jeff. Jeff sparked my dreaming again. And, I love him for that. But, he hurts me. And, I'm not keen on that.
I'm not ready to let go yet, but I can feel my grip easing.