i miss being warm at night
It's hard to post when things are going so well.
I've been going through a pretty rough time with him being gone for so long. It's been a month and a half since I've seen him, and approximately another until he moves back to Montreal....
I've realized that it's almost best if I just kind of....space....from the romantic part until he's back. I'm at no risk of cheating, nor is he, but letting myself feel as in love as I am has really started to hurt. I miss him. The best thing that I've found is just to avoid the words, "I love you," "I miss you," or any conversation along those lines. I accidentally read a study somewhere that distance actually does make the heart grow fonder, and I entirely believe it.
Sigh. And all of my friends just left for Lollapalooza, where I am supposed to be, but for which my boss would not give me the time off. I wish I was there! Better yet, I wish I was there with him. DAMNIT. I slipped.
Is it better to be courageous and face the truth of your feelings despite the pain it may bring, or to hide them and put them on the backburner in order to not be masochistic? Ironically, I wrote that thinking about someone else's life situation, then realized it's 100% applicable to mine as well.
Happiness is precarious, no matter how stable it is.
I've been going through a pretty rough time with him being gone for so long. It's been a month and a half since I've seen him, and approximately another until he moves back to Montreal....
I've realized that it's almost best if I just kind of....space....from the romantic part until he's back. I'm at no risk of cheating, nor is he, but letting myself feel as in love as I am has really started to hurt. I miss him. The best thing that I've found is just to avoid the words, "I love you," "I miss you," or any conversation along those lines. I accidentally read a study somewhere that distance actually does make the heart grow fonder, and I entirely believe it.
Sigh. And all of my friends just left for Lollapalooza, where I am supposed to be, but for which my boss would not give me the time off. I wish I was there! Better yet, I wish I was there with him. DAMNIT. I slipped.
Is it better to be courageous and face the truth of your feelings despite the pain it may bring, or to hide them and put them on the backburner in order to not be masochistic? Ironically, I wrote that thinking about someone else's life situation, then realized it's 100% applicable to mine as well.
Happiness is precarious, no matter how stable it is.