Sep 29, 2010 11:01
It only took two days to realize just how deep in I already am. Like a kid with floaties, I didn't realize I'd moved so far from the shallow end until those floaties deflated. At which point I could focus only on keeping my head above water.
I keep asking myself, when did you realize you were in love? I keep imagining him into places where he is not, where he has never been, into situations that never took place. I have moved into fantasy of the mundane kind - the kind that glorifies the small moments of everyday life because they are shared with someone you love. It is almost pathetic how much I long for lasting companionship.
Strangely enough, I am not concerned whether that longing will mean compromise, that the need will overcome the ideal and I will settle. It is a worry that often occupies me in my sadder moments, that consistently shows itself across time. Since last week, though (for today makes it a full week), I have found myself imbued with happiness and appreciation. I am still glad that he is my best friend, still desirous to show him my gratitude for the place of importance he has filled in my life.
I still think about him all of the time.