I have been relatively off the radar lately, friends. I posted forever ago, it seems like, about my awesome new relationship! And how this blog would be going in a new direction.
Apparently that direction was nowhere.
I really hope to start blogging more soon, I do. And today is the start of that.
TTP is moving.
TTP is away for the weekend.
For a reference point, TTP and I have spent exactly one night apart since we started dating. In August.
This weekend serves as kind of a trial run for his move (which will be in the next couple of weeks), and it is NOT looking good, folks. This morning I cried while I poured out the rest of his pot of coffee after he left for the airport.
It’s just like this, except “Gary” is “TTP”
Because that is a totally normal reaction.
But it’s always the littlest things, isn’t it? Right now I’m watching reruns of Friends (and no, not on Netflix, because I’m too lazy to get up and switch to the bluray player that runs Netflix). The way Ross just hugged Rachel, holding is hand against her head, totally reminds me of the ways that TTP snuggles me into him, holding me close to his chest.
It just doesn’t feel right that I’m going to go to bed tonight without feeling that embrace, the warmth. That love.
Surely I’m not the only one that can *feel* this?
Deep down, I know that I’m being just a little ridiculous. That I’m just being a bit emotional. I am capable of totally rationalizing that he’s (a) not moving that far away, (b) we’ll be able to see each other regularly, even if that isn’t every week, and (c) I am totally capable of functioning on my own.
That rationalizing doesn’t necessarily make it any easier, though.
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