All rivers flow into the same sea. Or so they say...
This has been a big weekend for me, and it's not over yet. I will give more details in a future adventure post, but I am currently in a perpetual state of trepidation and seeking some solace. Perhaps writing will help...
The current status of my relationship with the dancer is confusing, as is often the case with situations such as this. At times, he is the same as before - attentive, passionate, funny, but other times, he is aloof, unsympathetic, and unapologetic.
His taunt that he just disappear for 3 months so we could move on is not an altogether bad idea, but it is impossible. Because unlike most of my past relationships, I am forced to see him, touch him, breathe him in. And it is intoxicating. A spark doesn't just get up and leave the room when a person, people, decide to move on, move away. A true spark never dies, and that is what I had hoped this was (even if I was yet again mistaken).
If all of these experiences are indeed rivers, flowing into the sea, I hope they don't forget about me...
Humiliation
After several years in a job I did not love at an employer I did not love, I made a move at the beginning of the year. Though I certainly do...
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