A relationship is like a really great novel – there are twists and turns and secrets and hidden meanings. You want to circle, underline, leave notes in the margins; you want to flip through its pages and take it to bed and putting it down will feel impossible. A first date, though, is like Cliff Notes. Convenient and hasty and lacking the depth we’ve come to relish. No contest there, really.
Another gem from thought catalog that I found this morning, but related well to this evening.
Wiley and I talked on the phone today – we’ve been texting semi-regularly as friends which has been good. He is a very special person to me and I’d hate not knowing what’s going on with him. Midway into our 30 minute conversation he asked me if I was dating anyone. I was vague, but confirmed that I was dating. He then offered up that his girlfriend is “essentially living with him.” After what 6 weeks. I mean he sounds happy, but at the same time I can’t help but feel sad for him. He’s turning 29 on Friday and I know his life isn’t where he’d like it be or where he thought it would be. I just hope he doesn’t find himself in a situation he can’t get out of. I want the best for him and granted I don’t know much about this new girl, but I find it hard to believe that he won the love lottery that quickly. I know I’m not the right girl for him, but that doesn’t mean I want him to settle either.
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