>I’m not going to get all sans-philosphical.

My 6 months is up. (Maybe it was up a week ago — it just got dragged out) That’s how long things are allowed to go on and be well for me. Then something happens to remind me that everything could be much worse. Sometimes it’s physical, sometimes mental, usually a big pain in the ass.

If I believed her 100% — it’s just for now, it’s not because I wasn’t nice, kind, or thoughtful. It’s not because I was respectful, treated her as an equal, and was willing to sacrifice where I could for the sake of our togetherness. It wasn’t because I’m an obligation, or because I’m bad in bed. She’s not wanting to be with someone else, and wasn’t seeing anyone else. It’s not because I demanded too much, or even asked much at all, and it certainly isn’t because my feet are too small.

It’s unrelated to pantookits, to gyros, or beans… it’s not that my apartment is usually un-clean.

It’s not that we bickered, quite calmly indeed — because both of us were sure, and neither gave heed 😉

I’m not quite sure why, and I don’t think she either — but she must have come down with some sort of fever.

Of course we’ll hang out — why shant we shouldn’t?

…because it’ll remind me, that she wanted to… but couldn’t.