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Life, Love, and Complications...

Just when I think I've got things under control, something happens to turn them upside down again.

I spoke to him last week. We were talking about radio and getting pretty riled up about the state of things in the industry. After I went on a particularly brutal tirade, he said, "See, this is when I miss you the most. I miss your insight and intellect."

Why did he have to say that? Even though I want more from him, I love our friendship. It allows me to pick up the phone whenever I need a word of encouragement, and I get a side of sincerity and honesty to boot. When he calls me, I always end up with a goofy grin that I can't seem to shake. He's the kind of guy a girl could really get used to.

Granted, I miss him so much my heart hurts. I love him more than I should, and I'd take that midnight train to wherever he wanted me to if he just said the word. Unfortunately, we're on opposite sides of the country, which is not conducive to the kind of relationship we both need. That's why I need him to keep stuff like that to himself. Look, I know who I am. I'm extremely emotional, and I get caught up easily. However, that's par for the course we're on.

Now here's where it gets really sticky...

He told me yesterday that the Army offered to send him to school on the West Coast. (He's in the Reserves) He's not sure exactly where he'll be, but anywhere out here will be closer than New York. And he'll be out here for two and a half weeks. That means two full weekends.

What am I supposed to do? I already know that a relationship isn't feasible right now. If he comes out here and I get to spend all kinds of time with him, I may get too comfortable. Worse, what if I fall apart when he leaves?

Why does everything have to be so freakin' complicated? Stay tuned...

Comments

Angie-Nuvision said…
Love and weight really get's on my nerves. One I can't seem to find. And the other I can't seem to get rid of.
I think I might write a post about that today.
Peace,
AB

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