"The minute you stop talking, you become roommates.." - Lipstick Jungle
The worse part is, we don't even live together. And the talking part is mediocre, to say the least. So that leaves us where?
Maybe I'm just nitpicking. But then again, I knew this was going to happen from the very beginning, and yet, silly, stubborn me, still charged ahead into this endless long-distance relationship.
When people ask how we are - I say we're OK. And that we are. But I don't want OK. I want us to be awesome, magical, wonderful.... I want us to have that can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, world series kind of feeling...
Here I go again. Choosing relationships that are doomed to fail is something I do. And maybe on purpose. I need to think. Or slap myself. Or both.
Labels: R, relationships