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He Loves Me, He Loves Me NOT
This post begins in the heart of Washington, DC…. Metro station. Getting ready to say our good byes... this guy who makes me happier than chocolate, and chocolate is hard to beat. Especially because of how much I LOVE CHOCOLATE!
He’s just so different than me. Which is kind of amazing. His views, his way of thinking, his way of solving problems, and working through things are out of this world. I thought I’d never be able to find someone to talk to who has a similar philosophical view of things. Who understands people and what’s going on around him. Sounds pretty great.
But, there are a few things that are not great. We are “Just-friends”.
You know…*Special friends*
e-hum… Casual. *wink*
And…
- He travels.
- He’s emotionally unavailable.
But still, I can’t resist, hoping that someday he will open up. WHY?!?!
how long does one have to stand by? How long does one live in limbo before they HAVE TO move on?
I am constantly running in circles. Mainly because one moment he talks like we are this perfect happy couple, and how happy he is. He tells me how much he enjoys…
