|Current mood:|| sad|
My business is done
Finally in recovery from that fever.
Showed up at his house unexpectedly because practice had been canceled due to a missing bassist named Gimp.
Anywhoo, I opened the talk with something to this affect:
"It's obvious to me that you've lost interest or I don't know what happened...
but I think it's pretty chicken-shit that you have been avoiding me and haven't fessed up to whatever is going on."
The short of the entire night is that he loves me... BUT ... part of him still wants to see other people sometimes. That's such crap! I can't help feeling I've been jipped. Things between us are so good... when they're good (how's that for a circular argument) but he had to turn out to be a fickle boy. How can you love someone... and still desire to mess around.
Love should outweigh temptation, at least in my idealistic magic world called Xanadu