It's a funny thing, love. Hits you like a tonne of brick when you least expect or want it to. So my boy came to visit last weekend and it was lovely and painful at the same time. A part of me got just plain irritated at myself, not wanting to feel the way that I do about him. Plus, since he'd never been here before, i didn't have any images of him here, I was easier not to miss him. Not the case anymore.
Love is just plain strange. I'm neither a poet nor a scientist so I won't bother trying to figure it out. But I tell you, it just doesn't make sense. I went out to bars and pubs a lot over the summer with my boy. Mostly to just three places in Dallas. Now, I can't get anywhere near a bar in DC, over 1300 miles away without missing him desperately. How does that make any sense??? He's never been to the bars that I've been at here. I spend two months with the guy and I lose all joy in an activity that I had enjoyed with him but that I also enjoyed over a decade before I met him. I see a blanket the same color as a shirt we bought for him together and I can remember every freakin smile he's given in that shirt, every glance my way. grrrrrr /melancholy!!!!!
He's coming to visit again next weekend and then I go visit Dallas on the weekend of Yom Kippur (sp?) and then... Don't know. Maybe just at Christmas break. I can't really afford the plane ticket during Thanksgiving, and I'll be too busy anyway.
Getting drenched on Saturday (we went for a walk around the sightseeing places in DC and it rained) + freezing to death a bar afterwards + not taking allergy medicine + not sleeping from too much studying = Nique is sick. So surprising.. But it's fine. I rather get sick at the beginning of the semester and use this as a lesson in taking better care of myself than later when I absolutely need to be healthy. I'll go to the uni clinic on Monday if I'm still sick.
Good news: my car should arrive soon. That should give me 1:30-2 hours of not having to wait for two late buses or taking a 15km detour on a 4km journey.