He isn't here and he isn't coming. He is somewhere else. He is otherwise engaged so no invitations were extended - nor should they be really. We spoke earlier. So why is it when I climb into my bed and pull the sheets up I will imagine him climbing in with me? I'll long to wake up wrapped in his arms, in his warmth.
I spoke with someone today whom I consider myself very close. I explained and elaborated on the situation and her reply was much like EL's. Stop worrying so much about what could be and just enjoy what is. Stop analyzing what is just what you want less a label. Is this right? Should I just enjoy his company when I have it and stop wanting for more?
8/13 Edited to add: I forget how many of you came after my fiasco with Mr. I. Some background on he and I...
How I met him, the symbol, there are a ton more posts riddled with mentions of him, but those two should cover the basics... Sorry about being all cryptic ;)
Labels: Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
