that breakup’s gonna stick. it was mutual. it’s over. i’ve felt the relationship leave my body. it was a pleasant breakup, though my eyes are wet and my body is heavy.
what a wonderful person. and memories to be cherished. mexico city, the waterfalls, the pyramids, the summer, the music, the family, the corn. you know all that. it’s all on the blog. i was happier than i’ve ever been, for a while.
it’s strange breaking up on-line. sitting here in my chair, at my desk. using the same computer from which i’ve just done a day of meetings. just another piece of business. another set of carefully crafted words.
we spent valentine’s day together. an hour of it. on the phone. it was lovely, like before. we were right there, next to one another. i could almost touch it. but i couldn’t. we made all sorts of plans together for the future. it felt so easy. when it was over, the hard was all the more clear. all the more definite.
i feel ok. heavy, and sad. i still haven’t opened the tequila we bought together when she was here. next month, maybe. time is an enemy. distance is an enemy. faraway love is a full time occupation.