Wednesday, November 14, 2012
I remember when everything between us was spine tingling and wet palms and making out and you gave me butterflies and I made you want to stay up all night just to talk to me.
And of course, they say, life can’t go on that way. You can’t be madly, passionately in love forever. So that love changes, it morphs.
It becomes the mundane. What we have now. The kisses hello and goodbye, the
compulsory “I love yous”, the lack of sexual excitement. But it’s only been 9 months. And yes, we’ve lived together for three of them and you haven’t had a job so I’ve been supporting us both….
But is this right?
Sometime I don’t know if I love you and that brings tears to my eyes because I think it means I don’t.
But you’re the very best person I’ve ever met in my life. Boys like you don’t exist. This perfect concoction of tough and sweet and endlessly patient.
And I’m so fucking sorry but I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
But I don’t know how I could ever be without you either.