My wonderful boyfriend is thinking. He's thinking of ways that he can keep seeing me. He's thinking he has to go to London, that it's something he MUST do, for himself. He's thinking he might go to the USA next year for a road trip. He's thinking he might end the trip in Canada in April to live and work.
I'm thinking, I have such a wonderful boyfriend. I hope he does come to Canada in April so that we can continue this beautiful affair. I'm thinking it's going to be hard to be away, but I know if it's meant to be, he'll come back to me.
Sunday
at least now I know
In about a month my wonderful boyfriend will be leaving me when he moves to London, which appears to be the repository for my loves. I hate the thought of it because I can’t help but think that if he wasn’t leaving, this wonderful little affair wouldn’t be ending.
It’s going to be hard to let him go because things with us have always been so easy. He has really made me understand what it should be like to be in a relationship with someone who truly loves you.
Part of me really wants to hold on to this and to never let it go. But another part of me realizes that as much as I want to make it work, I love him enough to know that he needs to do these things and that means being mature enough to let him walk away.
So, in a month my favourite person will be moving away and as this all unravels I’m going to be a wreck, but at least I know that I will never accept anything less in a relationship than the kind of love this wonderful guy has shown me. He’s made a way for this confused place to feel like home. I’m so grateful to have met him and if nothing else comes of this, at least I’ll know what it should like to be loved.
It’s going to be hard to let him go because things with us have always been so easy. He has really made me understand what it should be like to be in a relationship with someone who truly loves you.
Part of me really wants to hold on to this and to never let it go. But another part of me realizes that as much as I want to make it work, I love him enough to know that he needs to do these things and that means being mature enough to let him walk away.
So, in a month my favourite person will be moving away and as this all unravels I’m going to be a wreck, but at least I know that I will never accept anything less in a relationship than the kind of love this wonderful guy has shown me. He’s made a way for this confused place to feel like home. I’m so grateful to have met him and if nothing else comes of this, at least I’ll know what it should like to be loved.
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