Submitted by megan on Thu, 08/14/2008 - 13:32
You know, it's halfway through CT's visit, and I'm not really taking any pictures. I'm not taking the time I thought I might need to be by myself. I'm not going to yoga, I'm not running. I'm not really blogging, I'm hardly reading blogs. I thought I'd do all these things while CT was here, that I'd carry on with my life, but he'd just be around and we'd chat and laugh and fuck as we saw fit.
A couple days in, I ditched all pretension of carrying on anything normal. As soon as we settled into each other, I started feeling the time ticking down. I'm trying not to think about that too much, about how my chest will ache when I say goodbye at the airport.
But I'm well aware I've only got him for another few days.
After that, we might see each other again. We haven't discussed it either way. Might not is a possibility. Before about two weeks ago, thoughts of any future past the 17th of August made my sternum pull tight in fear. Now I know that flights to D.C. in October are cheap.
Considering that any future, but particularly this future, is an uncertain proposition, I don't care about yoga or blogging or brown rice or my schedule. I just want to soak up as much of him as I can before he leaves.
Poon Watch: No longer blazing red. Very definitely no longer angry.