-I guess I miss being part of your life as I miss you being part of mine.  Sometimes I feel so close and connected with you, like we’re only one phone call away from actually making it happen.  And there are also times like this weekend when I can feel the physical separation so distinctly.  No phone calls, no FaceTime, a few late-night texts… I know it was a busy weekend for you with your party, your friends, your boyfriend, your mother, your house, your life…   So I do understand, rationally.  Yet me loving you, wanting you, missing you, and pursuing you is anything but rational.  It’s a desperate love which compels me not to accept the mistake I made and move on like any reasonable person would.  But I have to give myself a hard smack once in a while to remind me that though my love for you may have the force of gravity, and your love for me has depths like a sea, and we both know that you would be happier having a life with me, the odds are that it won’t work-out that way.  I guess one could call it a moment of doubt and despair.  But for now I will press forward anyway, because to me there is no other way worth going.

-It just goes on and on…  The list of tasks is limitless, as I’m sure you know.  All of this seems so disjointed though.  I’m doing my house here and you’re doing your house there.  When we should be doing OUR house together.  It’s like being in a bizarre parallel universe.