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A Good Weekend

This was the kind of weekend that will go down in the books as one of my best.

On Friday, I went with my friend to see Pope Francis. We were two of 80-thousand people that gathered in Central Park to get a glimpse of the leader of the Catholic Church. While I'm nowhere near Catholic, I can respect this pope and what he stands for. It was interesting to see how many people were really geeked about just getting a glimpse of him. Almost like a mass exodus to touch the hem of his garment. Afterwards, she and I went to a cafe and closed the place down. I loved it because the food was good and the staff was very accommodating. We've decided that that will be "our place." I love it.

Saturday was spent brunching with my girls and then going to a comedy show. One of my coworkers was a featured comedian, and he was great. Afterwards, we went to a bar and ran into a couple a friends. 

And today I went to brunch and then to work. I got finished early, and was able to catch the Super Moon lunar eclipse. It was the perfect ending to an almost perfect weekend.

What would have made it perfect? If I could've shared some of this with New Boo.

As much as I wish I could talk to him, I realize he's not able to be a part of my life right now. And furthermore, he doesn't want to be with me. On any level.

The longer we stay apart, I'm realizing that we can't be together. I want it, but I can't make it happen. And you know what? I don't know if I want even want it anymore. It's sad to me, but I'm learning to live with it.

Pretty soon, I won't even care that New Boo doesn't want me. The pain is getting less acute that it was before. 

Yes, I'm getting better.

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