I love being back together with Mr. Man.
I hate this whole distance thing.
It's worth it. I keep telling myself that. It's worth it, it's worth it, it's worth it. Some days, I have to grit my teeth and and mutter it'sworthiticandothis.
See, the past week has sucked for both of us.
His good friend was jumped and brutally beaten and, as far as I know, is still in the hospital.
One of my closest friends and I had a falling out.
Mr. Man's beloved husky ran away.
I'm keeping a huge family secret that only he and Roomie know about at this point, and it's making me anxious.
I want to be there with him right now. Marley (his husky) turned up, but I wanted to be there looking for her, and I wanted to be there to hug him when he heard his friend was in the hospital. I wanted to be able to go over to his apartment when I got my letter from Friend telling me he didn't want us to be friends anymore, and I want him to hug me and tell me that all this family stuff is going to work out for the best.
Not because any of that is enjoyable and my choice for a date. Far from it. But I want to be there to support him and to have that support in return. And I can't always be. And it really really sucks.