Look, I'm Eating Food.

Warning: This entry contains subject matter that some readers may find extremely sappy and disturbing. It is not recommended for the cynical. Discretion is advised.

wearing: pink joe boxer jammies
eating: nothing. but let me finish writing my opening, and I'll change that.
listening to: "By the Way" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

My opening.

eating: chocolate covered almonds.

That's better. Time to do something about these detestable eating habits of mine before I become skeletal. I bet I've lost two pounds since Friday night, and my booty is the one that's suffering. J-Lo would not approve!!!

Anyways... I just called The Maestro. Rather, I called his daddy (who is a cool guy, by the way) and had him call me back... and we talked about 'us'. And surprisingly, I'm not sad. I'm actually feeling alot better. The general outlook of our situation has not changed, just my outlook is beginning to. I'm starting to see past the heartache to what Mikey and The Maestro have been trying to tell me. And now I see... that a relationship as lovers would be really, really nice, but a friendship that is deep and meaningful doesn't come along every day. Maybe not even every lifetime.
And now I know that if I let this slip away from me because I'm clinging to the past, to something that just maybe, by no fault of my own and no fault of his, isn't meant to be... well, that could be one of the biggest mistakes that I ever make.
...And if it is meant to be? Well then, if that is our fate, then fate will bring us together again. But now, the best thing for both of us, and I say this now with understanding, is to focus on friendship.
Now I realize that our love hasn't died, that it is still very much alive, as the love between close friends. A love that is pure, and not fickle. Something we can share with complete honesty and sincerity, something that is unwavering and true.
And this is something I plan to cherish for a very, very long time.

xoxo