last month two very good friends got married after 6 years of dating, this month another couple ive been close with since college is getting impromptu married after 7 years of dating. but i digress cos it was a lovely short ceremony on a gorgeous day, followed by delicious food and drinks, dancing, and merriment!So Mya and I have been dating for over 5 months now.
It's also crazy because I know so many couples that were already engaged or married after 5 1/2 months.
Fear, I believed, was caused by trauma from the dating games that people play. As a matter of fact, I fancied a much different version of this story.
Many times before, people seemed to appreciate me for who I was, right up until they didn’t. For once, I thought, for once this will be something good.
My roommate got a new girlfriend a month ago and they haven't spent a day apart yet.
He says that's how marriage is going to be and that when someone is important to you, you want to spend as much time as possible with them. I am still trying to figure out if my feelings are closer to the norm or the fringe.I have thought about several different approaches to take, how to explain where I went, and where I went wrong, and why I am here again, still here…but I didn’t have it in me. It’s on that note that I am typing this post, the realizing. Like a boomerang, I go back, unspoken hope still hanging in the air, thick with unpopped bubbles of disappointment, I go back. A nice place to pause when recuperating, a place where your vulnerability is not real vulnerability. But as time goes on, the longer we stay in the game, something happens. But maybe all those people who turn out to be jerks really aren’t…maybe they have just been brainwashed by the game, have accepted the nonsense as normal. I can control who I am, what I do and what I think. I am not wishing that on him, but we get what put out there. You will find yourself constantly striving to be good enough for them, when you really only need to be good enough for you. But he was non-judgmental, and a painter, and truthful to a fault, things I like. I had tried to lure him out the night before at a very cool author reading, but he was too nervous and was adamant that he was terrible in social situations.