Surrealism

I have a friend whom I love dearly, a friend I met while doing what I love most...travelling. Despite being my antithesis in so very many ways, I admire her strength, her resolve, and her passion. One of our greatest differences lies in her realistic approach to all things life. I could not be more opposite. I approach all of life's situations with my heart on my sleeve, wanting and hoping for more than could ever be available to me.

So when I suggest wanting to visit my Caribbean friend again, I am compassionately reminded that this relationship can never be more than what it is, that we are only hurting ourselves by continuing down this road. How are we able to move on if we are standing still?

I don't care. (Of course, I said that in my super sweet Southern accent!) Still, I don't care. I don't want him to hurt; I don't want to cause him pain. Truly, I don't. But don't we both deserve some happiness, even if at the end of our days, it seems more like a dream than a reality?

So, what am I to do? I suppose for now I'll wait and see...for today he put in motion the paperwork to visit me instead.